H has just come in from night out pished as a fucking fart. Proceeded to stink the place out with beer squits, attempt to pass out on bathroom floor (which I won't tolerate as not fair on DC), crawled to bed after I hauled him up and now thrown up stupidly loudly and woken DD.
I am beyond fucking raging as he has kept me awake with nonsense texts most of the night, and it won't be him up with DD at 7am because he'll be lying in his bed all fucking day doing the dying duck impression.
He doesn't go out often but when he does it's always like this, every damn time. He seems to be totally incapable of not over doing it and of behaving like a responsible adult. And then he wonders why I'm not thrilled when he announces he's going out.
I have health problems and struggle with fatigue anyway, so the whole weekend is probably a write off for me now. I could honestly cry.
Rant over, thanks for listening 