We paint our nails. It makes us feel pretty to have a bright pop of color to carry around with us on a dreary day
Then my son has to get in on the action. He's in touch with his feminine side so he's down with having his nails painted but I still have to show him how to pose those pretty digits for the camera.
Sometimes we get really lucky and it snows. Then we get to go outside and play in the snow with Poppa. Its really nice for the kids to have their grandparents right across the driveway.
Sometimes we wake up to a meowing, desperate cat who has somehow manage to trap herself in the garage and then wander up into the crawl space. She always manages to find her way home...we woke up to her cries at 4 in the morning...opened the hatch and there she was.
When all else fails we break out the paint...somehow art has a happiness producing effect. No matter how much whining, fighting, and misbehavior precipitates this activity, all is serene once we are in full swing.