He went out for his Work Christmas party last night, and came home at 1.30 hammered. I'd been in bed for a while because I had to get up at 6.30 for work.
He got into bed and drifted off. I was awoken at 3.30 by the covers being thrown back. He proceeded to stagger across the room and collapse in a heap by the door. Then he got up and fell through the door, and passed out/fell instantly asleep on the tiny landing. The collapsing/staggering/falling asleep saying he was feeling sick, proceeded into dd13s room, down the stairs, through dining and living rooms and into the bathroom with me basically picking him up, shoving, and swearing at him to move in order to get him to the toilet to hurl. I left him on the cold bathroom floor and returned to bed, but I couldn't sleep for worrying he would choke or freeze to death. So I got back up, moved him to the sofa, covered him up and turned the heating on. It was about 4.15 by the time I got back to bed, wide awake and fuming! I dragged myself up at 6.30 for work and have been seething ever since! He's "sorry", he "only had 6 pints" apparently and is annoyed that I'm still mad! He doesn't seem to see that he got so bladdered that he couldn't walk, could have fallen downstairs, injured himself, scared the shit out of poor DD who was sound asleep when he burst into the room, and disturbed my desperately needed sleep! I've got 9 days straight of 12 hour market stall shifts ahead, and am already knackered!