Sod’s Law (or Murphy’s Law in America) is the idea that what can go wrong, will go wrong, like toast always landing butter side down. Or, that however hard you try to control your fate, the opposite will happen, like taking an umbrella will guarantee sunshine but not taking one will guarantee rain.
Here are just some of the most irritating examples of Sod’s Law:
Why do children happily sleep until half seven during the week, leaving you to race around like lunatics trying to get them ready for the school run, but then come and bounce on your bed, wide awake at six on a weekend, when you don’t have to go anywhere?
Our children obviously do all sorts of amazing, talented things in the house and they’re clearly all geniuses and heading for greatness, but trying to get them to do any of those things in front of anybody else? Not a chance. Although if you’ve accidentally sworn in front of one of them or they find their own farts endlessly amusing, you can guarantee THOSE will be repeated.
Why do batteries and bulbs always run out at the same time?
The children all have money boxes to put any spending money in and it will be there for weeks, but when you have no change and go to raid their stash to get some cash to pay the window cleaner, you find that the selfish little blighters have bought something for themselves and left you with no emergency money.
Obviously I’ve never done this, but can you just imagine if the clocks went forward on a day when you were taking your eldest child to one of his best friend’s birthday parties and you turned up an hour late? Wow, that would be embarrassing. So glad I’ve never done that…
I’m clumsy and I accept that, but if I’m going to spill my drink, why does it always have to be my glass of wine I spill and not a glass of water?
Why are there always ten thousand spoons, when all you need is a knife? (Oh, sorry, I’ve pinched that from Alanis Morrisette).
And if you take the puppy in the car to run on the field whilst the two older children play football, you can guarantee that she will s**t on the passenger seat and you will have no wipes or nappy sacks with you. But as that’s happened to my husband this morning and it hasn’t happened to me, I don’t think that’s Sod’s Law, I just think it’s funny… 🙂