The Law of Attraction continues to taunt me. I put a whisper of a thought into the universe and it comes back to me all crooked and distorted. I am very clear in what I desire and nothing. Zilch. Nada.
Sunday night I put the phone number to Regan’s daycare in my phone because I wanted to make sure to answer if they ever call (I’m good for ignoring unrecognized numbers.)
Monday morning I posted on Facebook my desire for another Snowmageddon so I could be stuck at home and knock some things off my To-Do list.
Monday afternoon, guess what happened? I got a call from the daycare telling me that Regan’s eye looked red and I needed to come get her to make sure it wasn’t Pink Eye.
So I had to leave work, drive 15 miles to the daycare and then drive like a bat out of hell 25 miles in the opposite direction to get to her pediatrician. I made it with 5 minutes to spare. In case you are wondering, I absolutely love Regan’s pediatrician and would never consider changing practices.
As it turns out, she does have pink eye. So she has to stay home for a couple of days. Which means I have to stay home with her for a couple of days.
Except I actually have a ton of work to do and I can’t get anything done because she requires my attention. She wants to play and eat and cuddle. I don’t have time for that, I have edits to make for a deliverable this week. There will be no time to do stuff around the house. I can get laundry done, but that’s about it.
When I ask for a seven digit lottery winning or a gainfully employed, handsome goodlooking I get the shaft.