Sometimes my job requires that we work night shifts in the subway tunnels after the trains finish running for the day. Last night was one of those nights.
I actually really like them because I get the next day off work (which, like today? Day before the long weekend? Fabulous!), but the hardest part is getting my bubble butt outta bed. I hate getting up as it is, so waking from my peaceful slumber at 1:00am to go to work? Meh. I could pass in a heartbeat.

Uneventful night really, except for the subway workers telling freaky ghost stories about working nights in the tunnels. As they sat off in the distance, trying to one-up each other with a freakier story (because men need to have even the best and scariest ghost stories), the lights flickered and the entire tunnel went pitch black. I nearly jumped outta my damn skin! They came back fast though, thank Jeebus.

I tend to have a very graphic and relentless imagination. I think up the worst, most horrific things sometimes. I don’t know why, but I’ve aways been that way. Anyway, this morning driving home, at 5-freakin’-A.M. I has an episode of gruesome thoughts. Drunk drivers hitting me, me falling asleep… you name it, I thought it. That, I can handle. But it only got worse once I began to feel sleep creeping up on my. My eyelids became increasingly heavier, I was not really paying that much attention to my actions. I just wanted to get home, get off the road and crawl back into bed.
I came upon a car going incredibly slow on the highway and erratically weaving into different lanes. As I came up beside him, he appeared to be falling asleep behind the wheel. Unsure if it was alcohol induced, or just exhaustion like me.

As I passed the car, I watched in my rear view mirror as he slowly crept into the fast lane in front of a speeding car. Thankfully the other driver reacted promptly and was able avoid the car, but I watched in horror, wondering what the hell I should do.

As I drove along, I periodically looked in the mirror trying to keep an eye on the car, failing to keep up, he was drifting further and further behind. I made the decision to pull over and wait to see him pass and then judge what to do from there.

I knew I wanted to get home. I wanted to get myself off the road since I was so tired. But what about him? Do I sacrifice myself (or someone else) by making a dangerous decision to follow him? Do I call and wait for police and stay even longer to explain what happened? Do I forget it and go home?

The driver never passed me as I waited on the shoulder.

I went home. Back to bed.

I have been unable to shake this feeling that I made a bad decision. I feel as though I should have stayed. I should have followed. Just in case.

But where do I draw the line? I made a decision based on my needs. Selfish? Maybe. What if he was drunk? What if he hit and killed someone? Would me staying out there, watching over this person be just as bad as having him driving erratically all over the highway, since I was deliriously tired?

In my eyes a person deliriously tired is just as bad as a person drinking and driving. Though it’s not as severely punishable; driving tired is also impaired. It’s also dangerous, deliberate and deadly.

What do you think?

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Mike’s my two year old today. I’ve sent my toddler off to daycare so I can care for another - his father.
Mike had emergency dental surgery this morning for an abscessed wisdom tooth. Ironic no? Wisdom.. yet he waited so long and let it deteriorate to the point where it’s caused minor gum damage and a horrible infection? *gag* No wisdom in that if I do say so myself. (Now, me? There’s some wisdom!)

As much as I love him, he’s ridiculously annoying when he’s drugged up. He’s reverts back to an over dramatic preteen. Picture a teenager drunk for the first time. Yup, that’s my 30 year old (soon!) husband.

Makes me so hot for him. *swoon* *cough, cough* *gag*

Thank Jeebus he’s in a drug induced slumber at the moment.

Hopefully it lasts until Monday.

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This post is FAR too long, but I have some GREAT news!! (I think it’s great so, it’s great.)

I’ll share it Sinday (Or Sunday, depends on who you are) since I have a wedding of two dear friends to attend tomorrow. Now flying solo, by the way. Dick (read: Mike) did this on purpose. Stupid teeth.