DH out with an ex-work colleague having a few drinks. Said work colleague doesn't live or work locally, but is in town for meetings.
DH phoned at 11pm to "ask" (whilst in company of said friend) if it was okay for them to stay over at ours tonight.
So, at 11pm, when it's quite frankly a miracle that I'm even still awake, I am now running around like a blue-arsed fly, cleaning dishes, tidying the house and trying to get the spare room vaguely ready.
AIBU to prefer it if DH didn't drunkenly make stupid decisions like this and ask me if something's ok when I obviously don't have any choice in how to respond? And I don't think he's even got a good reason for why on earth is it even necessary for his friend to stay over anyway! He hadn't missed the last train home, and he needs to be 80 miles away in his place of employment tomorrow morning!
I know he's trying to be nice and helpful to his friend, but the tired-as-all-hell person in me is just fuming as I wander around scooping up DS's socks and strawberry stalks. Sigh.