Rachel slipped a note under the bathroom door. She's home sick from school and I'm in there having a morning with kids where I can't even read the Tao Te Ching on the pot.

Ha!

Ha! because it's a split picture of a large Rachel on the left with a green tongue sticking out and the statement that she won't take the medicine her caricature is holding.

And Ha! because the little Rachel on the right represented the frustration I was feeling, and then some.

Before nature called me to the bathroom I was having another urge, one to write about what happened Saturday night--after nine months of not drinking Aaron had picked himself up a 40.

I was blogging it here while fighting against a current of needy kids. Writing going well will still lose to kids. I saved the story to an RTF, pouted, and locked the runts out of the bathroom.

Anyways, Ha!

Rachel's story and Saturday night ended the same. She drew herself pouring the medicine into the kitchen sink, not having taken a sip. "I will dump it down the sink," it said.