Me and Murphy have a hate hate relationship. I make plans and he craps on it with his law.

Jerk.

He did exactly the same on 2/3 days ago. I made a plan to not vdo anything in the house. Not even lift a finger to dig my nose when Murphy and his Law pooped on my cruel horrible wicked Murphy, lost my chain. A very thin chain. Very very thin,delicate almost invisible chain.

I had to do everything accumulating from year 1700 to now.

I swept, mopped every nook and corner of the house I didn’t even know existed.

I cleaned, cleared every single drawer I’d opened-(read boys clothes drawers, rubber bands ,combs,hair pins and spices. And many more. Basically All drawers I’d as much as touched.

Then Checked all the clothes in the laundry basket, washing machine, (Almost dismantled the washing machine.)the dryer, the clothes on the clothes line and in cupboards. Unfolded them checked and folded them back.

The medicine pouch with shining foils was pretty illusive.

I checked the dustbin. It had hair there everywhere.🤦‍♀️and tissues, and coke cans and empty chips packets with 2/4/1 chip left in each pack. I almost considered putting all the leftover chips into one pack and sealing it and giving it back to the boys as a prize if they found my chain.

And Then I realised I had lied down in bed. I moved heaven and earth(read mattresses.)but no luck.

And then came the quilt covers. (if I had my way I’d only change them when we have a party. That way the guests can help.) Anyway Taking them off was comparatively easy but putting them back is like squeezing a (grown up baby,not neonatal) back into the vagina and retying the umbilical cord!!!!!

And then the toilets(I’ll avoid the details)

I did consider checking everyone’s intestines but don’t have an X-ray vision.

And through out this odyssey a song so perfect was singing loud in my head.

“Oh can’t you seeeeeeeee,

you belong to meeeeeeeee.

Every move you make, every step you take I’ll be watching you.”

While I cradled the dry mop in my arms like a little puppy and picked each fiber searching as though I was looking for ticks.

And as all puppies give love back. so did this. Tangled in the fibers lay an entangled chain of love.

Murphy go f@*# yourself.