The noise began this morning at about 7am. I was already awake, reading the internet in bed, awaiting for an epiphany as I grappled with my current crisis of faith. Morning noise always begins with the sound of the toilet door and then it escalates from there. At about 8:15 the din in the boys bedroom was causing me anxieties. The banging and thrashing sounded ominously like a hole in the gib waiting to happen. I poked my head reluctantly... Read more