When a disaster strikes unexpectedly, there's nearly always some kind of monkey wrench that causes your well-thought-out prepper plans to work less effectively than expected. When describing the situation, the person says sheepishly, "Normally we wouldn't have had X circumstance going on when it happened, and our preps would have worked just fine."
Or, in the eloquent words of Mike Tyson, "Everyone's got a plan 'til they get punched in the mouth."
That's just the thing. There is nearly always going to be a variable that doesn't fall neatly into your imagined scenario. Your ability to roll with that is the truest test of your preps and indeed, your overall level of preparedness. It is more valid than any number of planned practice runs.
Don't get me wrong. Planned practice runs are great and are a valuable technique to enhance your level of preparedness. But be honest – you nearly always do a little something extra to prepare for a practice run. Perhaps you make an extra trip to the store. Maybe you just got a brand new prep that you want to test out, inspiring the practice run that is a perfect scenario for the use of that prep.
But…disasters do not wait for the perfect time and circumstances. They don't always indicate their arrival and allow enough time for a trip to the store. (At least not a trip to the store during which everyone else in your geographic vicinity is competing for the same supplies.)
Realizing this can take your preparedness to the next level.
Here's an example that happened to us one weekend.
On Friday, I spent the afternoon canning. I did a huge batch of tomatoes, and anyone who has ever canned tomatoes can tell you exactly how messy that was. My poor white kitchen looked like a crime scene. I made dinner and stacked the pots, pans, and dishes in the sink. I had a huge mess in the kitchen. I had a load of dirty laundry humming along in the washing machine as I began to tackle the chaos.
Then, I turned on the faucet and nothing came out.
Not a drop.
My well pump had finally given up the ghost.
And my kitchen was a disaster area. And soapy, wet laundry sat in my washer.