Expect The Unexpected

I’ve always been a planner, or at least I try to be. I try to plan for everything. If I need to be at a certain place at a certain time, I plan out my route, and estimate the amount of time it will take for me to arrive at my destination, on time. I don’t like to feel rushed, and I hate being late, so I make every effort I can to prevent those things from happening.

Of course I realize sometimes even the best laid plans can go astray…but that doesn’t stop me from doing all I can to ensure I have a safe, un-hurried, on-time, arrival to all of my destinations as well as having a back-up plan ready just in case the unexpected happens.

That said, I have to tell you that my beautiful, daughter, Shantel, who I love with my whole heart and soul, is the exact opposite of me in regards to planning for anything…As hard as I tried to teach her to always have a plan, and a back-up plan that includes anticipating the unexpected…she prefers to just take things as they come and just mosey along at her own speed in time like the whole world is just waiting for her to appear in front of them…

Then, when the unexpected happens, which it does often in her world it seems, instead of Shantel acknowledging that perhaps she could have been ready to leave the house sooner so we wouldn’t have gotten stuck behind all the school busses and traffic jams…No, she makes a bad situation worse by saying things like “can this day just get any worse”? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve asked that girl not to say things like that because you just might find out how much worse things can get…and I don’t want to be involved in the things getting worse part…!

So yesterday, as usual, Shantel was running a little behind the time she told me she would be ready to leave the house for school. She wanted me to take her by the Burrito Co in Ahwatukee so she could get something to eat later in her class. She also wanted me to walk with her to the Disability Services office to pick up the next volumes of her math books that were supposed to be ready. I reminded her that we would need to head out a few minutes early so we could get all that done before her class started…”I know mom, she replied, you worry too much, we’ll make it in plenty of time…” Famous last words is what I was thinking to myself..but I didn’t say anything to her at the time.

After several “are you ready yet” prompts from me, Shantel finally said “we’re ready” about 15 minutes later than we were supposed to leave. We managed to get to the Burrito Co alright and she placed her order. When the order was ready it wasn’t bagged to go so we had to request a to go bag and wait for them to wrap and pack it up to go…hum…an unexpected delay:)

In the car and on our way to school I start to notice the traffic seems unusually slow and just as I was about to say something to Shantel about it, a police car behind me light up his lights and pulled out around me making his way up the middle line in the road…then I knew an accident must have just happened up ahead. And, sure enough, that’s exactly what happened and at least five miles of traffic was being re-routed with us included in the “unexpected” detour…:)

We ended up driving five miles out of our way to get back on track to get to the school, but thankfully we arrived safely and not yet late for Shantel’s class. Shantel just had to say “can this day get any worse…?” Well, yes it can… we still had to go to the office to pick up her math books which were nowhere to be found once we made our appearance and requested the math books…Oh joy…now we have to wait (unexpectedly) for the young student worker to call the Disability Services Manager to see if she knew where the books might be…no luck…but they will look into it as soon as she arrives in the office…she’s on her way in now from north phoenix….we are welcome to wait for her or we can come back if we like…imagine that, yet another unexpected delay. But Shantel very quickly tells the young student worker she can’t wait or she will be late for her class…Finally, she seems to be getting concerned about arriving to class on time…:)

I asked Shantel if she would like me to walk her to her class sighted guide so she will get across campus faster but she said she needed to stop at the restroom first and asked me to just take her there which I did and guess what…? For some reason the restroom door was locked and we had to make an unexpected mad dash detour across campus to another restroom then on her class…

When we finally arrived at the final classroom destination, I asked Shantel if she learned anything about having a better time management plan so we aren’t rushing around like crazy people?  She just laughed and said “oh mom, why don’t you just write a blog post about it and I’ll think about it when I have more time…”What am I going to do with that girl?

Stay Tuned!

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. gotham girl
    Feb 23, 2013 @ 22:18:48

    She’s a keeper! Love these stories!!! Love YOU more!


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