This weekend all I wanted to do was relax, perhaps go to the cinema, make us a nice dinner on sunday, put some extra elastic in my work trousers (Im 7 months pregnant), sort out some bits in the flat before baby comes and perhaps finish glossing the hall (not much left)
So we saw a film on friday, my choice for once, as I never normally choose - a chick flick - but DP moaned about it all night, kept looking at his watch all the way through and theatrically yawning. His friend came along too... 
Saturday night we went to said friends dads 60th birthday party. Wasnt a bad night but I was stood all night and SPD played up because of it and I got about 4 hours sleep last night. And of course Id much rather be at home doing the things Ive listed above.
This morning I took DP to work for 9, am now tidying the flat, doing the weeks backlogue of washing, sorting out the bathroom, then picking DP up at 4.30.
And now his aunt who I dont like anyway has called and said we HAVE to come over as Ive not been introduced properly to the family (we've been together nearly 2 years) TONIGHT. Or ELSE. And DP has agreed to go. Straight after I pick him up at 4.30. And shes done dinner without asking if we want any and if we dont eat it she'll be offended(a pasta dish I dont even like). The lasagne stuff I bought this morning for tonight will have to wait till tmw and I for once wanted a nice din dins. (Sometimes dont get home till 7pm so we eat quick to prepare food in the week)
I dont want to go to her house. I want to get my shit together for work tomorrow. (inc making my trousers bigger)
Has my weekend been highjacked or am I being a moany bitch about this?