Beating Murphy’s Law

Murphy’s Law of Motherhood: When you really, desperately need human interaction that doesn’t include phrases like “Let’s change that stinky diaper!” and “Ba-baaa-ba-ba,” that is when the universe will intervene to try to prevent it.

I’ve been looking for a playgroup, or class, or SOME way to meet women. A few ladies in my congregation get together two or three times a month to have lunch at the park, which I love, but I need something more often, especially as Menininho is getting older.

Finally, after some repeated (loving) nagging on my husband’s part, I signed up for a formal group. There are dues and thrice weekly outings and mothers’ nights out and family parties and guest speakers and the whole nine yards. Last Thursday they were meeting at a local library for a Mommy and Me story time. I got all dressed up, even did my hair (!), picked out the baby’s clothes carefully (jeans & a button down), and we drove 30 minutes to the appropriate library. Naturally, the event had been canceled and no one had changed it on the group’s calendar. Lame.

Today was my 2nd chance: Mommy Mall Walk. So of course, this is the one morning in the history of our being married that my husband misplaces his keys. We spend a half hour looking around the house, which of course means I’m not browning the stew meat for tonight’s feijoada. Just as I tearily hand Mark the keys to my car so he can get to work, the keys magically appear out of the back of the diaper bag. Say it with me: Hallelujah!

Almost as awesome? I manage to brown the meat, get dressed, get the baby dressed, and packed up in enough time to stop by Starbucks. Am I the only person who feels just a little more adult/put together/confident/cool carrying a cup of Starbucks hot chocolate? Probably. But that’s ok, because this post isn’t about Starbucks, it’s about how

Ohmygosh I carried on conversations, conversations with full sentences, with a group of other women whom I had never met and who were really nice!

I’m going back on Friday.



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8 responses to “Beating Murphy’s Law

  1. Stacey

    I am glad you found a group! I felt the exact same way when Kallie was that age, and I just sort of gave up (haha). I hope it continues to go well, and maybe we’ll even join you! I still want to do something like that…

  2. Diane

    You are not the only one who feels cooler carrying a Starbucks cup. I think it helps me feel more put together! I’m glad everything worked out. I wish we lived closer so we could hang out!

  3. Don’t get me started on the magical powers of starbucks!! I feel a blog post coming on….

    Glad you found a group. 🙂

  4. Jen A.

    HA! Yes, I believe in the same Murphy’s Law of Motherhood! It usually involves my husband’s last minute out-of-town trip that blows one of my precious few mom’s night outs!

    I’m also very happy to hear you enjoyed this group of moms! I have said several times, I don’t know what I would do without my mothers of twins club!

  5. Kristi

    Good for you! That sounds awesome. We moved to Georgia about 6 months ago and I have yet to make a friend. In all honesty, I haven’t even tried. Knowing that we’re planning on moving to another state in the very near future has really discouraged me from even trying to make friends here. What would be the point? I have resolved though, that when we make it to our new home-wherever that may be, I’ll definitely make an effort to find a mommy and baby play group.

  6. Definitely true on the Starbucks, and so glad you’ve gotten out and found a group. My hospital had one that I started going to when baby was 12 days old and I’ve had great new friends ever since. It was so nice to have a new infusion of friends after ten years in this area and mostly knowing my (albeit awesome) coworkers.
    Online is actually a decent place to look for local friends too. I have met several great people in my town through blogging!
    Oh- also- exercise classes- I met some nice moms through baby yoga.

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