My family was supposed to leave for Kansas City today by 7:30 am. We didn't leave town till ten. I was awakened by Erick at 8:20 who had my mom on the phone urging me to leave, because she was in town waiting for us after she had picked Mikal up from some Scout sleepover thing that he was at. Of course, as soon as Erick had left the room, I fell asleep again, only to hear my dad yelling "Come On!" in his disappointed/pissed voice yelling at the top of his lungs. At that point I got out of bed, threw my clothes on, and just sort of walked around the house yelling at people to hurry up. I wasn't in a good mood because I had stayed up till three or four the previous night, and I always feel dirty in the mornings until I shower, which made my mood even worse, and I didn't have any socks on as I walked about the house, and people were tracking in snow as the scuffled to and from the car, which meant that I kept stepping in water, which was really uncomfortable, plus they always left the door open. I continued to dawdle, convinced that I was ready to leave, and that everyone else was to blame for our off schedule departure, even as I didn't have any socks on. Throughout this time, my mom kept calling me to see how far along the road we were, and each time I had to tell her that we hadn't even left yet, which added to my irritation because I was reminded that we needed to go somewhere I was also annoyed at my mom for calling me so many times. I really hate receiving phone calls when I am in a bad mood. It felt like these phone calls where distracting me from doing something, which was actually nothing. Eventually I just resolved to take a shower, because I figured that we weren't going to leave for a while anyways. I did, and afterwords I was put in a much better mood, until I went downstairs and it took me three tries to get good socks, but when I did I was fine. Yet another thing that was making me irate was my sore throat that has been bothering me for the past couple of days. I gargled some Listerine which presumably made it better, because it didn't bother me all day until now, because I just thought of it. I was just generally groggy and pissy. At some point my family got it's shit together and we piled into the big green van. Of course, the fights erupted almost immediately, in the tradition of being about almost absolutely nothing. I think someone Erick and Stephen were clawing over who got to lean their head where. After things got settled in the van, we took off, only to have my dad almost get stuck in the snow, but fortunately for all our eardrums, he was able to get out in a most timely manner. Before we could meet up with my mom and brother Mikal, both of whom had been waiting way past the point at which they were supposed to get picked up, I needed to be dropped off at Tott's to pick up my car, which turned out to be fine. Well, they fixed it. The Serpentine Belt had broken, which cost eighty three dollars to fix. After I had the car picked up, at the insistence of the usual nagging phone call from my mother, I was obliged by agreement to go check on some heating vent at Dragonmouth. Apparently the heater will shut off if the steam hole on a house is blocked by snow. It was fine. I met up with my family at St. Luke's hospital where my mom and brother had been waiting and we finally set off. In the car we were served Hy-Vee knock off pop tarts and Land O'Lakes Orange juice. It made for one delicious meal... Not. To entertain everyone for a pit, I got out my Blackberry and read off some riddles from the internet. Of course, these distractions couldn't prevent the inevitable. As soon as we hit the freeway, Mary announced that she had to go to the bathroom. we stopped at the first one out of Sioux City. after that, I took a nap to the sounds of the narration of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. I awoke in Omaha outside the children's museum. I was not enthused. Mikal wasn't too happy either. He had stayed up all night at his scouting event, and due to the babies and Stephen's excessive talking, he was unable to "get an ounce of sleep". He was pissed. I decided that I didn't want to go into the museum when I saw that most of the people going in there were not exactly people I could relate too, since I am not at least 10 years younger. Billy and I went on walking towards the shopping district by the Gene Leahy mall.