I am supposed to lead a program for kids tomorrow (before the hurricane hits) on what plants are in our park that were around in the time of the dinosaurs. My printer is not cooperating. It is old and cranky. It is making me feel old and cranky, too. Or maybe that's just my latest excuse; I've aged out of pregnancy-crankiness, sleep deprivation-crankiness, kids-with-tantrums crankiness, and many other fine modes of rationalization.
Whatever, I'm feeling ornery. I don't feel inclined to talk myself out of it, either. Maybe if I go kick the printer I will feel better.
Maybe that's not a good idea. Maybe I'll just write about wanting to go kick the printer.
Maybe it will start to rain early and the program will be cancelled.
Maybe I'll turn off the printer, and it will work again.
Or duh! -- I almost forgot! -- I'm a mother. I know how to pivot, to adapt, to come up with another solution.
How about coming up with a Plan B that doesn't involve printing?
Heh heh. It's smart, it's tricky, and it just might work!