My Alternate Universe

In my alternate reality, I have a spacious house, with funky, but understated decor. I have 4 daughters, with names like Maya and Juliette (no offense to people with real daughters with these names, they're names I like, but got outvoted on for my real children). I think the daughters are because I grew up as one of two sisters close in age, and what you grow up with seems to be the right way in some subconscious corner of the mind. My alternate reality house has perfectly fitting cream coloured slipcovers. These daughters eat all kinds of things. Of course they're vegetarians like me (real life too), so there are no chicken finger or hot dog's on the menu.

After reading Amanda Blake Soule's the creative family, I was motivated to get out the crafty stuff with my daughter from this plane of being. This afternoon we did some primitive attempts at Nuno Felting, painted, which is a regluar activity at the breakfast table, mother-daughter face painting and made sushi balls for dinner. Kid one is away for the weekend with his other mother, but he would have been game for all but the sushi balls and face paint. Since my actual couch has an ill-fitting green chenille slipcover, these activities were less risky than the alternate universe's pale sofa covers. But in this world, I'm the one who cleans up.