It's still a rough time in HannahLand, with her still sick, and being super fussy for most of the day. We did have a few high points - she took her first steps by herself! - but for much of the day it's been rough. We're even letting her cry herself to sleep - something I've been totally against from the get go - because she's fighting sleep so much, but she needs it desperately, and when we're in the room with her, she just cries to be held and won't lay down. Poor baby. It's been rough.
Still, it's better than what Tony Stewart is going through. The bigwig Nascar racer (3 time champion) killed an unknown driver last night by freaking running over him. He was doing some dirt track racing an hour away from the Watkins Glen speedway where he was meant to be racing the next day in NASCAR, and got into an altercation with a driver, spinning him out. The caution flag came out, and the driver stepped out onto the track, and seemed to play a game of chicken with Stewart when he came around the next time, pointing at him and not moving. Tony is famous for his anger (he's pulled similar moves himself, even throwing his helmet at the car of another Nascar driver two years ago) and while it's tough to tell from the cell phone video, it appears that Stewart did something before hitting the guy - revved his engine, swerved, something. The investigation will have to determine what that something was.
In the meantime, we're sad about it here in the Teysko house. Tony Stewart has always been J's favorite racer. The year J and I met, 2005, Tony won the championship. We bought a #20 car Christmas tree ornament (now Stewart is in the 14 car, but at the time, it was the 20 Home Depot). In fact, for a long time, J refused to shop at any DIY store besides Home Depot, thinking it might jinx Stewart. Only once he changed cars would J walk into Ace or Lowe's.
J identifies with Stewart in lots of ways, but especially his anger issues. He doesn't get road rage to the same extent as Tony, but he gets pissed off and says really stupid shit that he regrets later. It's cost him friendships, roommates, and often causes fights between us. But at the end of the day, nobody dies. Tony lost his temper, refused to yield, and a 20 year old kid's existence has been wiped off the face of the earth. And even if Tony didn't hit him on purpose, he still has to live with the knowledge that his car caused the death of this kid, and he'll need to wake up to that every morning for the rest of his life.
And so, I will take a crying fussy baby giving me a migraine over what Tony's going through, any day. I'll wake up tomorrow and take my baby to the doctor, and she'll probably be happier, and then I'll get a break while I work, and then we might walk at the lake, and eat dinner, and have a bath, and bedtime might go better than it did tonight, or I might want to gouge my eyes out with a spoon again. But either way, it's a hell of a lot better than what Tony's going through right now, and I feel for him. And the driver he killed. What a freaking mess.