INFP-T, the mediator, always been an INFP since college.

Type 2, the helper (gasp! surprise!) with balanced wings, whatever that means.

And I am getting my hair colored right now. Eldest son had a flat tire and after I dropped him off at work, I sent him a text saying sorry for all the swears but it was better than bursting into tears. Theater kid started singing at me: Always look on the bright sii-ide of life (merry whistling).

A glass of wine and some time alone in the salon chair and purty hairs will turn things right as rain. And AAA. Sigh.