My motto is - "well, it could always be worse"
That always gets a laugh out of my DH. Because it could be!
One night, when we lived aboard our boat, our A/C pump malfunctioned and started filling the bilges with water. I woke up around 2am to a sloshing sound, hopped out of bed into knee deep water. The boat was sinking, slowly, but still sinking. We had a plan for this sort of thing. But failed to factor in the emotions that would be racing through us. And our kids. DH called the coast guard and I got the kids up onto deck, bringing a few comfort items (blankets and stuffed toys) BUT, I forgot to put them in lifejackets! Of all the things to forget. So I had to sit them on the floor of the cockpit, terrified, while I went below to find the lifejackets. I got them and transferred the kids into the Coast Guard rescue boat, the whole while telling them how much fun we were having. Then I had to leave them to help DH with the leak and to run the pumps. The thing is, the kids were fine. They were climbing all over the Coast Guard boat, playing with all the equipment and chatting with the officers. I wasn't fine though, I was beside myself, I mean, what do you do right? You can plan and plan forever but you really just end up winging it in the end, because there's no way to plan for the emotions that come up in a situation like that.
Winging it is all I know. I cannot, and will never be one of those super organized got it all together Mothers. But I can say this - I'm darn good at winging it
