When "Murphy" Comes to Visit . . .

It makes for some great blog fodder . . .
     But no time to blog!

Such was my week.  Murphy (of "Murphy's Law" fame) came for a prolonged visit this week and I'm hoping that he has now moved on.  I couldn't say for sure, though, because I'm leery of opening the door to the spare bedroom to see if his bags have been packed and removed.

He wreaked a lot of mischievous havoc while he was here:

• Monday he made sure that the morning history class that I am teaching at our co-op would begin its first class without the workbooks.  A quick change of lesson plans resulted.
• Also Monday, in the afternoon physical science class that I am teaching at our co-op I discovered 2 interesting things:  first, that my son's homework for his chemistry class (which was in session elsewhere) was in my briefcase; and second, that having studied both the chemistry and the physical science units the previous week made me present more difficult information to my younger class than what they were expecting.  Those of you homeschooling multi-ages will appreciate this phenomenon and especially those of you familiar with the first chapter of Apologia Chemistry and Apologia Physical Science.  The charts and information in the first module of each book are surprisingly similar. 
• Wednesday morning Pastor Dad got up and left to make a hospital visit, the Bear and I got up to go to a taekwondo lesson, and Karen and Philip showed up unexpectedly with the girls.  I'm positive now that we had been told of the time of her prenatal doctor appointment but it hadn't registered with any of us.  So there I was with no car seats currently installed in my car (I have 3 of varying age-appropriateness even though my youngest child is now 15) and we were all in a hurry to get to our respective destinations.  We quickly switched keys and vehicles.  Almost immediately a game of "Gym bag, gym bag, where are you gym bag?" began. Thinking it to be in my trunk, I ran out to stop my car's departure.  Too late!  Therefore, the Bear went to his lesson without the necessary gear.  We later discovered that the gym bag wasn't even in my car.  Pastor Dad had it in his.
• Also on Wednesday, several minutes later we reloaded the girls in their own vehicle and left for the taekwondo studio.  We were probably going to be 10 minutes early but that was fine because the Bear hadn't changed into his uniform yet.  We hadn't been driving more than 10 minutes of the 30 minute drive when Sweet Pea announced that she had to "go potty."  The current leg of our journey was on a seven-mile long two-lane highway that has few public restrooms.  The nearest one was in a grocery store about half-mile behind us.  Obviously, I turned around.  After the pitstop we returned to the 2-lane road only to find ourselves in a long line behind 2 very large and slow trucks.  As a consequence, we were 10 minutes late instead of early, and we still had to explain why the Bear had no gym bag.
• Thursday while the Bear and I were working through a math problem the phone rang.  I recognized the name on the caller id as one of my lineage society acquaintances so I answered.  After exchanging brief pleasantries she asked me if I'd had my baby yet.  {Insert stunned silence}  Once I found my tongue I asked if she meant my daughter had had her baby yet.  No, she assured me, she meant my baby.  I almost quipped right then, "Sure!  I've had my baby.  Do you want to talk to him?  He's sitting right here doing trigonometry."  {Insert her stunned silence}  I didn't say it.  She obviously had me confused with my daughter, Karen, whose baby is due any day now.  People have confused us for years, but never quite to this extent.
• Thursday evening I attended an information meeting about the Bear's upcoming basketball season.  It was obvious that Murphy had been working hard here, too.  The gym location for practices and games is in question as are practice times.  This Murphy has been a busy guy indeed!

Tomorrow we will be having special homecoming services at our church which will include special preaching and dinner (we're Baptists - it's what we do).  Among other things, I'm making two pies for the meal.  I know that several of my readers will be there so I'm just warning you now.  If something I make doesn't taste good, cut me some slack. Remember that I've had Murphy visiting me this week and I'm not quite convinced that he's gone!  Anything is bound to happen.