Works for me but I won't equate a colon cleanse to world peace.

Jee-sus Christ. 
  
"Mom, I never want you to help me again!" 
  
This happened at 6:30 this morning.  Laurel's alarm didn't go off at 6:24 like she wanted.  Yesterday morning she asked me to re-set her alarm to 6:24 because she needed an extra six minutes for her "getting ready for camp" routine.  Last night I forgot and since Laurel feel asleep before her head hit the pillow, there was no reminder. 
  
So she is in a mad flurry and I calmly step aside as she gives me evil eyes.  As Laurel's smile will brighten her face, her evil eye look gives me flashbacks of Children of the Corn and thoroughly scares the shit out of me.  As she sighs and humphs around, I briefly apologized.  Not for forgetting, but for giving her that feeling that she is immediately behind. 
  
Over the next 40 minutes, she softens.  No longer am I the bad guy as she dresses, eats, brushes her hair and cleans her pierced ears.  After her tasks are complete, she enthusiastically explains to me some stupid Annoying Orange joke.  She then tells me how awkward the story is and I refrain from telling her that it's indeed awkward that she is not using the word awkward in the correct context.  I let this word slide.  I will start riding her ass when she starts using the word literally like she is a God damn Kardashian.  Before I leave, she lets me put her hair in a high ponytail and takes my suggestion that it's time to get her bag packed and sneakers on.   Look at that--she is back to letting me help. 
  
I really have no rhyme or reason why I let her explode and then gather herself as I remained calm.  Is it my colon cleanse?  Perhaps because I am not full of shit anymore, I tend to be calmer around day to day shit?  Works for me but I won't equate a colon cleanse to world peace.  That could get contrived and awkward.