Sod’s law

Dear baby Eva,

Sod’s law: informal a humorous or facetious precept stating that if something can go wrong or turn out inconveniently it will. 

I like to give my days sound tracks, the songs just pop into my head sometimes. Today I was singing ‘oh what a perfect day, I’m glad I spent it with you’ it just seemed to fit well although there was nothing particularly special about today. Not to the casual observer anyway. 

For me waking up to your beautiful face staring at me is the perfect way to start any day. 

  
I have been getting through the last few weeks by setting myself achievable daily goals. Simple but important things I need to get done, eating, washing, walking the dog, cooking dinner what ever seems realistic and useful based on how much sleep we got the previous night. Today was no exception. We got up, tick. I Managed to get breakfast, tick. 

Leaving the house with a new baby can be very daunting and stressful at times, I find it slightly easier as I breast feed so don’t need to think about how many bottles I will need. Today I made it out, all by myself. I got you and the dog out the house and in the car with very little drama. We drove to Aunty Amanda’s and then down to grandads for a lovely country walk in the winter sun. I even managed a quick dog bath which has been a daily target for weeks. Tick, tick, tick.

   
 Sod’s law with a baby equals, vomiting in fresh , clean, just changed clothes or bedding, pooping or peeing as soon as the nappy has been changed or just as it has been removed, visitors calling in just as mummy gets to sleep etc etc

Today, our perfect day Sod’s law proved its definition correct. 

Daddy called to say he was leaving work early. Bonus! He then rang to say he was stuck in traffic which would normally be rubbish however today meant he would be passing our favourite Indian just after opening so making the most of a bad situation suddenly curry was on the menu. ‘Such a perfect day la la la’ I was mid cluster feed and had a whiny dog desperate to go out but needed to quickly order food, bonus I can order online. Job done. 

So fourty five minutes until daddy was due back let’s get you ready for bed so we can relax and enjoy family time. Obviously it’s my perfect day so bath time was just that. You smiled all the way through and loved your first baby massage. Baby bathed and changed ready for bed, tick, tick, tick. 

Now Sod’s law, wait until everything is going smoothly and no one is expecting you and boom there you are. 

      
Just like that a tear jerking moment, perfect day over. Unnecessary clean up job and energy exerted. A waste of good food and money and just as the clean up is done and we can enjoy the remaining curry boom, wrong curry ordered and you Awake. Perfect day smashed and all because of a split paper bag. 

Laugh or cry a decision I have started making on a daily basis. 

Love mummy