You’re probably tired of me bitching all the time, so I thought I’d write something positive today.

I took some internet personality inkblog inkblot test yesterday with the goal of making fun of it afterwards, but then it said my main motivation in life was “peace” and that made me feel so good, and understood, that I changed my mind.

For example, this morning. I got up and made coffee and had a bowl of Special K and woke up Alpha and peeled a few oranges (because everyone agrees I’m the only one in the family who can peel fruit) and sliced up a kiwi. I was a little sleepy because it had been too cold outside for the cats to go out and fight so they stayed in and fought instead, in my bedroom, but that was okay because Gamma had come into the big bed anyway and was kicking the covers off and snoring like an old drunk (Alpha resettled in Gamma’s bed before I could). Luckily it was so windy outside that shoveling snow was out of the question but we were still rushed for some reason and Beta was eating something, yogurt or Special K and going, “I’m so fat those situps aren’t helping at all” and we were going, “no, you’re slim” and then I was upstairs begging Gamma to get out of bed and get dressed now that she’s a big school girl and was such a hit with her new principal signing up yesterday (for some reason she faked social skills marvelously yesterday) so she got up and got dressed, but slowly, negotiating each and every article of clothing with her father, finally announcing that she wanted to wear her new sweater instead of the sweater Alpha had put out for her; we compromised and she wore both. I made Gamma Special K. Skin cream on Alpha’s back – getting low, time for another trip to Body Shop it looks like. Also her hair dryer seemed to be not working – “I stopped to brush Gamma’s hair so things could go faster for you this morning so now you have to repair my hair dryer,” was her argument, so I stood there for a while picking dust and lint out of her hair dryer filter, then reassembled it, after which it worked.
At some point, fed the cats, let some in and out. Girls bundled, me bundled, stuff packed and loaded into car. Drapes all opened? Yes, yay, let’s go. Gamma’s teeth brushed? Gah! Go brush Gamma’s teeth. Bye, Alpha! Nice day have!
Kids in car. Gamma’s seatbelt not fastened, why Gamma’s seat belt not fastened, Beta? “Because she insisted on fastening it herself.” Aha. But it seem stuck. Send Beta back into back seat to fasten. She gets strapped in as well. Ah, gate seem be open. Beta, go shut gate. Beta shuts gate. Beta comes back into car, gets strapped back in. Beta, toss out those empty bottles for me. Beta does.
Finally at day care place. Get Alpha Gamma unpacked. Beta unhappy because turning off engine also turned off radio right at the punchline of some comedy routine on radio. Turn back on, but too late, routine over.
Gamma stripped back down, daycare slippers on. “Gamma, where gloves?” Gloves in car. Mittens, actually. Dad back out car, get gloves. Mittens, actually. Mittens good, mittens warm. Warm good.
Take Beta school. Much snow piled front school. Bus behind Mig. Bus beep. Mig wave bus, let Beta out, drive away.
Mig drive work. Work good. Mig have heater work. Mig bring banana lunch. Best of all, work peaceful. Peace good.
See?