H went out last night with work. He came in at 10.45pm, which was quite early for him. The state he came home in is what I'm so angry about. He was incoherent, couldn't stand up straight and stumbling everywhere. He woke up 7 month old DS trying to get in the house.
I had to go down to let him in. When he came in he banged about until he reached the couch and instantly began snoring. I came back upstairs, tried to settle DS. H then comes stumbling upstairs, tries to get on the bed and then falls off. When he eventually manages to get on the bed, he falls straight asleep. It took me almost 2 hours to settle DS.
Around 2.30am, H woke and stumbled around the bedroom. I asked him what he was doing and he told me he needed a wee. I told him to go to the toilet. He then pulled a bucket of clean washing, that I'd not had a chance to put away yet, to the landing and proceeded to piss in it 
Jumped out of bed and asked what he thought he was doing. He started shouting incoherent rubbish, with the odd swear word, picked up the bucket and threw it in the bathroom. Stumbles to toilet to finish his wee and stumbles back again. As soon as his head hits the pillow he started snoring again.
In the course of this, DS woke up and it took me over 2 hours to settle him. H woke at 7am and seems more 'with it', but obviously still pissed. DD1 has her very first swimming lesson at 9.30am and I'm meant to be leaving DD2 and DS here with H. I don't feel I can leave them here with him and I can't really take them with me, as not only will there not be enough room, DD2 will kick off big time if she sees the water. I don't know what to do with regards to this, whether to not go this week, but DD1 will be absolutely devastated if we don't go.
H knew that he had to look after DD2 and DS this morning and still chose to get absolutely leathered. I am tired and beyond annoyed at him. AIBU?
AIBU?
To be utterly fucking fuming?
EricNorthmansFangbanger · 29/09/2013 07:59
Know how you feel! Years ago, thankfully before kids, DH went out on a bender. I woke to my neighbour knocking the door at 2am asking if the bloke on the front garden belonged to me?! 
He had been dropped off and collapsed in the garden, was sick in the flower bed and dozed off face down. Dragged him in and he pissed on his clock radio next to his bed!! Next day the whites of his eyes were really blood shot, Oh how we laughed!! NOT! I could of killed him and often remind him, and others about it, Men are pricks of the highest order!
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