Monkey Girl had a field trip on Wednesday.
She was going to the county library with her Quest class, and she was presenting a resort that her group had created in a small business competition.
She was CEO of her group and so she had her morning all planned.
She’d get up early, take her shower, I would do her hair, she’d practice her presentation, go through the slides one more time, as well as the business proposal.
She was prepared.
Wednesday morning rolls around, and I was in the middle of a lovely dream when I hear a furious, albeit sleepy, voice roaring “What the heck is going on around here??? It’s 6:50!!!”
We normally leave the house at 7:00.
She has an alarm clock, but Real Man sets our clock early for when he gets up and runs, and then I get up and go wake her up and we all move through our morning routine.
Except for the one and only time Real Man forgot to set the alarm.
Which was Tuesday night.
You’ve never seen two people jump out of bed so fast, and let me tell you, if there was a speed-braiding contest, I would have taken home the gold.
There were no showers, there was no practicing of the presentation.
What there was, was the fastest dressing you’ve ever seen, followed by the fastest baby change in history, the quickest making of sandwiches and packing of lunchboxes, the speediest toasting of waffles that were swallowed almost whole in the car, a drop off at daycare so fast that Tiny barely had time to realize what was happening, and a Mom and a girl getting to school, amazingly, at their normal time.
We walked in, took a minute and regained our composure.
I explained to Monkey Girl that some days you are the windshield, and some days you are the bug.
But, even when you are the bug, you can choose to get out of the way of the wipers before you get smeared across the glass.
Because you can’t control everything that happens to you, but you can certainly control how you deal with what you are given.