DS is a crap sleeper and an early riser. I'm often up with him at half three. He's a happy. healthy boy but just crap at sleeping. I usually whisk him off (hes in with us atm) to the lounge and park him in front of the tv and feed him colossal amounts of milk to keep him quiet till a social hour and let the rest of the house sleep.In order to cope with this shitty routine I go to bed stupidly early and have no sort of social life or leisure activities-he's still small, it'll get better... Anyway, DH has finished work for Christmas and says he'll cover the baby and I should have a few drinks and relax for a change. I oblige and neck a fairly substantial amount of prosecco and its the best night i've had in about 2 years. DS wakes up at usual time, I play dead and sure enough DH gets up to him. great. Except he's talking in the loudest voice imaginable, to the point that I could narrate every fucking thing they are doing and I cant get back to sleep because of the noise. Then at 06:23 he brings DS into our bed so he can slap me in the face and pull my hair (as 8mo babies do) and proclaims that I've had my lie in and he's going to bed! I have to climb out of bed with Ds and head for lounge. He's snoring now. I'm up as usual with DS and a bit of a hangover wishing I'd not bothered and had an early night. Is it me?