11 p.m. - 2 a.m.

I know this is a bit hard to see, but this is right behind my house, last night, at about midnight. I turned off the flash on the camera so as not to appear totally Mrs. Cravetz.

We live in a nice, quiet, California suburban neighborhood. It is usually lovely and peaceful at midnight. But last night at about 11 p.m. the girl in the white car got in a fight with her boyfriend behind our house. Screaming and caterwauling (that is probably an archaic word, but I think it fits her fit) and he was screaming and cussing and the quiet peace was quite broken. And I was awake.

And then the cops came, and their lights shown into our bedroom window flashing blue and red. And they talked, and the girl screamed some more and the guy took off and the cop cars chased him around the neighborhood and I was awake. Then the fire truck came, because apparently in all this someone hit someone else and someone had to be examined and of course it makes perfect sense to send out the huge diesel fire truck and have it too park right behind my house at a nice and steady idle. Sheesh. And at some point the poor little boy who was in the car through all of this chaos could be heard calling out, "Mommy, I have to go potty." He repeated this about ten times and my heart just broke for a child in this situation.

So from 11 p.m. to 2 a.m. I was awake, and irritated and today, I am beyond tired. People just need to be... well... just take better care of your precious babies. Don't fight with crazy people on drugs, and please don't do it on the street behind my house.