Question.

Why do people ask questions they don't want the answers to? Do you really want to know what that omen means? Do you want to know the details of someone else's political convictions? For that matter do I want to know whether or not you want me to go away at 4:45 in the morning?

 It's been a rough couple days. The baby wasn't feeling well. I wasn't feeling well. Jon has been shouldering the brunt of the parenting as a result.

The full moon hit full of crazies for two days straight at work and money has been tight. All my friends are struggling with something and the world seems a little dark this morning on the way to work.

I cried in the shower. The brimming over of a night too filled with stress and topped off with a hubby who woke up on the wrong side of the bed (or in this case with toddler feet on his face). There was a cramp in my neck from the baby who slept with her face on my face. Then I got in my car and decided I was going to go through a drive thru for breakfast, which I seldom do. 

I drove through the rain without even a radio playing. Overwhelmed. There in the McDonald's parking lot there was a woman, soaking wet and in nothing but a hospital gown (nothing underneath and no shoes), carrying what looked like someone else's bag.

So I asked the McD employee if they had called 911. And got back a "why she's not bothering us" so I pulled over after I got my order and called myself. She's not bothering anyone, but she is going to kill herself with pneumonia if we aren't helping her.

Turns out 911 had been looking for her for awhile and so I got out of my car and talked to her for a minute and then left unnoticed when they showed up. Poor thing.  

But, I had to ask him. So there I was stuck dealing with his answer and getting wet hair. 

Figures.