Sorry, Barb, for not writing sooner. Actually, I did write this morning, but when I finished, I realized that it wasn't worth publishing; it was therapy for me. It was a very long version of a story that can be summed up thus: one of M's friends, (the one, in fact, who can't clean up after himself) decided it would be funny to take a dump in M's bathroom toilet, fill it with toilet paper and flush it until it clogged....then go home. I was fortunate enough to catch him immediately afterwards and I lit into him like my own kids have rarely seen - even dropped a couple of F bombs on him. Then I had to call his mom and that wasn't fun...what the hell was this kid thinking??? I mean, really. In the end, he didn't know how to clean it up (and I'm serious, didn't even know how to work a plunger) so I had to do it (although M offered).

The post was really supposed to be about how I doubted my decision as a parent about how to handle the situation, but ended up being a long-winded play-by-play retelling of the story, which was boring. So I bleeped it and thought I'd get back to it later today. That didn't happen, and now I'm off to dinner with my family (J just got home from eastern Washington) but I wanted to let you know that I haven't abandoned our blog. I doubt I will get back in here tonight, but I will have time in the morning to sit for awhile so I hope to catch up with you then.

Love,
A