Husband went to a work do yesterday. An open house type thing which started at 4pm, an hour away. He was also doing a 3-hr driving lesson in the morning so I spent all day looking after our 2 year old. Yesterday he reckoned the party would wind down fairly early and he was talking about getting a taxi home round 8/9/10pm. He came home at 3.30am however, steaming drunk.
I had an appointment at 9am today which he knew about and had previously said would be fine since he'd be home early from the work party / wouldn't drink much etc.
In the event he was absolutely hungover and practically comatose this morning.
I left him in pyjamas with DD for 1 hour then came home bringing coffee and breakfast for him. He was still in an awful way so I suggested he get showered while I play with DD in the garden, give her lunch and put her down for lunchtime nap.
The whole morning he was short tempered with me, grumbling he didn't get a lie in and why had I booked an appointment at such a stupid time etc.
During DD's nap husband went to lie on the bed but didn't resurface. I started preparing a roast which we already agreed to do and bought everything for. An hour after DD had woken up husband was still up on the bed so I took him a coffee and toast and suggested he take DD out to the swings while I finished the roast. He eventually came down after 30 minutes saying he couldn't take her outside as he felt he might collapse!
I suggested he let her wheel her trike up the street and he could be near the house in case of collapse! This lasted 5 minutes before they came home again, DH saying it was too exhausting as DD just wanted to run away.
Eventually I packed them off again to the village and they bought an ice cream.
I made and served the roast, then did all the washing up, laundry, then took DD out for a runaround. DH is now lying on the sofa yet again while I tidy DD's room ready for bed.
I'm I a mug here?