Not the Christmas Eve I hoped for.
Sitting on DS(17)'s floor - he went out last night to a 'gathering' of 4 or 5 friends - obviously badly misjudged his alcohol intake. DD went to collect him at midnight and then phoned us distraught - he was passed out on the bathroom floor where it turned out he had been for 2 hours; he had been very sick and was freezing cold. DH and I went over there and it took 2 of us to get him onto his feet and out to the car. Made a judgement call that he didn't need hospital but put him to bed in the recovery position, brought his body temp up and put a very large bucket next to him. I've stayed awake by him just in case and I'm glad I did - he was awake again at 3.45 vomiting but barely conscious.
This is insanely out of character - he's never ever done it before and is usually Mr Conscientious. We'll be having a serious conversation tomorrow when he's in a fit state.
I sent DH to bed because he's done a 7hr round trip today to see MIL who is in the final stages of dementia. He was worn out before this drama even unfolded.
Poor old DD has work at 9am tomorrow.
I have about a billion Christmas Eve jobs to do before all the extended family arrive for Christmas. Not relishing the prospect on zero sleep.
It is one bloody thing after another.