Nothing impinges on a woman’s right to vote like having to drag three small children - children who run in three separate directions, children who chew and grab and climb on everything that is not super-glued down, children who grab each other’s hair, who express their anger at having their hair grabbed by returning the favor or by lying face down on the floor and screaming - along to the polls. And so today I am not voting for my choice of candidate for the U.S. Congress.  Sorry, Democracy.

Edit: After a guilt-inducing call from a candidate’s campaign volunteer, I packed up the kids and went to vote. Luckily for me, the polling station was nearly empty and staffed by seniors who were tickled by the cuteness and willing to overlook the rowdiness. We were in and out in under 10 minutes. I nearly crushed my ballot bending down to haul Davey off the floor when he went noodle on me, but managed to preserve the democratic process.