Regular poster but nc because could be outing.
I probably am being UR but I feel so cross. Yesterday me and my DH travelled four hours away from home to attend a wedding today of one of his friends. I didn't want to come, because I'm six months pregnant, tired and didn't particularly want to leave our toddler son for two nights but I relented because DH went on and on about how much it'd mean to him for me to come.
I am so regretting it! The venue hotel where we're staying is awful, but it's only for one night I can live with it. The b&g are into an obscure, very rowdy type of music which took over from the traditional at 11pm which is when I excused myself to bed as the dance floor was getting pretty chaotic. DH promised me he'd take it easy on the booze (he's been drinking pints since 2pm) and stop drinking when I left and that he'd come up to bed once the music had finished because we need to leave to get home at 11am in the morning to relieve our babysitter who needs to leave by 3pm. It's his mum, so it's not like she will leave or anything but she will - understandably - be really pissed off if we're late.
Well, I've managed precisely an hour of sleep so far because it's so noisy, the music stopped an hour and twenty minutes ago and DH hasn't come to bed. He just called me, absolutely bloody shitfaced and said he was finishing his drinks and would be up in a bit.
No way is he going to be fit to drive at 11am! I can't drive myself because I'm recovering from a really badly sprained ankle (been told not to drive for another fortnight). I don't have the bend or strength back enough to be safe to do an emergency stop.
Selfish pig. Am now trying not to be fuming so that I can go back to sleep for at least a few hours! God only knows when we're going to get home.