Saturday night was the big Bachelor party. My evening was relaxing. Put the kids to bed, got into my jammies, poured a martini (and another and another), turned on the ol’ IPod, and sat down with my best friend(my laptop). Every so often I’d get a drunken text from my sweetie. Around 1am, he tells me he’s getting ready to come home. Cool. So I wait up till about 2:30, & finally go to bed, praying he didn’t get into a car accident, or stopped and end up with a DUI. He promised me he wouldn’t drink too much, so I wasn’t terribly worried.
4:30 he comes into the bedroom. The smell of stale smoke was so strong, my already inflamed sinuses went wild. He attempted to talk to me a bit & then fell asleep. At 8am Princess is up, so I fall out of bed to attend to her & make sure my son got breakfast. Hubby sleeps a while longer, comes downstairs just to tell me he threw up, I guess, grabbed some water & went back to bed.
Another 3 hours later, he graces us with his ill presence. Moaning & whining, he takes some advil, tums, grabs another glass of water & returns to bed. It’s about 4 pm, when he’s finally up for good. I’ve spent the day fighting with our son over getting his homework done, dealt with little miss fussybutt and her cranky self, and missed an opportunity to go see my mom. Luckily I had laundry done or I’d have been really pissed.
I didn’t give him too hard a time about it, but did make the ‘Gee, I wish I could lay around all day when I have a hangover after partying all night’ comment. I passed out on the couch around 10:30 last night due to my own lack of sleep the night before. Imagine that! He watched the finale of This Old House in New Orleans without me. 😛
Hmmph. Next time I’m going with, even if I have to jump out of a cake half naked.
Not so Darling Nikki 