Murphy's Law....

Even though Little Daisy has been sleeping beautifully for weeks now, she has picked the last two nights to revert to her old ways. Waking up, a lot, and staying awake. This has thrown a real monkey wrench into my master plan, which was to get my house in order before today, I'm dropping Big & Little Daisies off with aunt/uncle for a few days so I can go in for surgery tomorrow. (I have to be at the hospital at "dark thirty" as my sis-in-law puts it.) So at "dark thirty" this morning, as Little Daisy made it understood that she was up for the day, I was thinking "this is so Murphy's Law". I was actually on the verge of looking up an old work friend and slapping him silly because he happens to be named "Murphy". I was thoroughly agitated even while reaching out to hold LD for the umpteenth time, when it hit me...if she hadn't been such a pill these last couple of days...then I would be so busy cleaning/organizing/etc...that I wouldn't have held her much at all. If she had played happily and slept through the night, then I would have spent the last two days taking care of business and missing out on holding her. So once I had her in my arms, I enjoyed every second of it...I even took her to bed with me to cuddle. And as I cuddled my sweet baby girl, knowing it will be a long while before we can cuddle like this again...she pooted on me. Murphy has a lousy sense of humor....