Murphy lives here.

Today...

(Actually yesterday) I forgot to check Allison's homework. So today, I woke up early and checked it. She had lots of corrections to make...

Which meant Allison got a talkin' to about doing your best the first time.

Which meant instead of making lunches, I was giving a rather loud lecture.

Which meant the lunches didn't get made, but we did get Allison to school on time.

After getting Allison to school on time...

I came home and started the pudding I was supposed to make for the teacher luncheon at Emma's school.

Which meant I still wasn't making the lunches.

Which meant we ended up getting to Emma's school late.

Which meant she missed journals. (She loves journals.)

I came home and made lunches, and got Meagan ready for her school day.

I came home and organized.

Which meant everything got worse before it got better.

I picked up all the girls, found out Allison got a responsibility form, AND forgot the book she needed to complete the incomplete assignment for which she received said responsibility form.

Which meant both Allison and I were having a below average day.

We went back to the school and the teacher was still there (His mercies are indeed new every day) so Allison was able to get the book.

We came home and the girls went their separate ways for homework.

Emma was thirsty for red gatorade during homework time.

You see where this is going.

Red gatorade on the homework papers.

At this point, I look at the clock.

Seriously? It's not even 6:00 yet???

Nope, it's not even 6:00 yet. But...

My husband made it home safe from work tonight.

We are all healthy.

There's food in the pantry and in the fridge.

It's cold, but we will be warm tonight. I got an email from Star of Hope noting the face of homelessness has changed: half of the homeless helped last year were children. Heart-breaking.

Our bills are paid, so when I want light, I have it. When I want to cook, the gas comes on. When I turn a faucet on, water comes out.

My kids are not perfect, but they are learning. And I still have the opportunity to teach them.

Their mama is not perfect, but she is learning.

There are clothes and shoes in the closets. Coats and gloves, too.

Mark has a job and I am blessed to have only one job right now: mommy.

My husband loves me and thinks I am wonderful.

My kids love each other, look out for each other, take care of each other, fight with each other, apologize to each other, and love each other some more.

My kids adore their daddy, and think I'm not half bad either.

So, yes, Murphy lives here. But so do we. Murphy can keep his law. I like this one better:

But the man who looks intently into the perfect law of love that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it-he will be blessed in what he does. - James 1:25