We went to bed last night pretty early and at 6:13AM, the cats, unhappy about the stormy weather began a series of unsavory behaviors including meowing beneath our window, beneath Russell's window and then just jumping onto the screen. I'm sorry, but I don't get my butt out of bed before 8AM on a Saturday, if I can avoid it. The cats can suffer.

I love these cats...they are the most loving sweet creatures in the world, but this morning behavior thing is going to get them euthanized. The thing is at this point, they've pulled 2 out of three bedroom screens off the windows, including to the baby's room, where apparently, they were letting themselves in and out at will and I swear I can smell a little kitty pee smell in there, though Pauline swears I'm wrong.

Mike and I are not happy at the prospect of this shit continuing with the baby. I just have a picture of the baby getting woken up at the whims of the cats all night long and I start thinking vile unspeakable things about the cats, which would get me in deep cat poop with the SPCA. Russell admitted this morning that the cats wake him up almost every morning, which has since been a source of very bad thoughts towards the cats today and would explain why their food bowl is on the front step and why their scratches and cries to come in have been ignored today, despite the fact that it's windy, cold and very very rainy outside. The breezeway is covered, so they can stay dry and their coats are thick and warm, so they're fine. My undeniable urge to bounce them off a few walls would make their entry into the apartment unsafe at this moment in time.

Bottom line: we'll talk to the vet and see if there's anything to be done about it, like a cat house outside or something, but choosing between my kids and the cats isn't difficult at all. Because we live in an appartment complex with probably 20 cats, a cat door isn't an option, unless we'd like our house sprayed by every OTHER cat that found the catdoor, including the infamous Tails. And because they are up at night, they fight like hell and wake everyone up, if they're in the house. Mike and I are going to try letting them in late tonight and keeping them in, with the idea that they should be good and exhausted from being outside all day and they'll sleep rather than fight. If they do wake me up fighting, I will get up, shower them until they are good and wet and then throw their mewing furry little asses outside in the cold. As you might have guessed, my feeling is: Bye, bye kitty. I'd miss them, but mess with my kids and they're gone. And frankly, I can get a pet rabbit from a man at work who raises them and it would be a LOT quieter.

Yesterday, I talked with my parents about the accident. With a $500 deductible, I'm hoping beyond hope that this woman who hit us actually has insurance. If she doesn't, I'm hoping the damage will be minimal. My parents said though that my grandparents Schreiber gave them $1000 for Christmas and they were going to split it with my brother Bill and I, so if I needed it, to let them know as soon as possible. I think they were saving it as a present for the baby, but if we need it now, they'll send it.

As for car damage, the only thing we could tell for sure is that the wheel rim is dented. Neither of us was going particularly fast, so I'm hoping that means that it's just the wheel and hasn't extended into the suspension of the car. Suspension means big $$.

Tomorrow morning first thing, I've got to call the insurance adjuster and see if I can get a rental car approved, so that Mike and I can get to work and around town.

I'm still angry with this unknown woman who hit us. I'm angry she didn't stop. I'm angry she had to be tracked down and put in jail. I'm angry that she endangered me and Mike. It occurred to me that if I hadn't seen her, she'd have hit Mike. It was only because I saw her coming that I was able to swerve away from her and to gun it to get her to hit the back of the car instead of Michael.

I'm angry about what I don't know about her. I'm angry that I don't know if she has insurance or not. I'm scared she doesn't have insurance. I'm shocked, angry, upset and frustrated that she simply didn't stop and the lack of decency that represents.

I don't like the idea that someone hit my car, and had to be carted off to jail because they didn't stop. I feel like maybe I should feel sorry for her somehow, but I don't. To me, she threatened the three people I love best -- Mike, Jaxana and Russell and for that reason, I have absolutely no pity whatsoever for her.

The belly is better today. Not all better, but better. I'm still kind of achy, but I'm feeling better than one big cramp of agony and worry.

The stress seems to have made my sugars rocky, too. Yesterday, there wasn't enough food in the universe for me in the afternoon. I don't know why, but I had a hell of a time keeping high enough sugars.

At least I've got the deductible handled, should I need to pay it. My hope is that it won't be something I have to cope with, but that my insurance company will sue her ass off.

I just have to deal with my anger. Maybe if I give it to God, s/he can handle that, too, and I'll go back to making a baby, loving my family, and sleeping better. I go in and out of being able to let it go to God.