since restrictions ended (and when they were garden only) my dh always asks parents of children who are schoolmates (the ones he likes) to come back to have pizza (we have a pizza oven, so it's quite a hoohah) to drink his home brew. One parent (the one here now) is the 'go with the flow type' and his daughter has no bedtime (kids are 9-12) and never picks up the cues that at 11 or 10 at night is time to effing go already. He sometimes brings his speakers so we have amplified reggae in the garden ;( So I have to basically ask, explaining x y z or whatever. I need to go to bed, because hints don't work and even then it's such a tortuous long drawn out leaving that I almost lose my shit)
He works a few nights as week, I work earlies and lates and some weekend days. The last thing I need after being stuck in a boiling hot room all day with a headset and 4 screens is to go down 'GO WITH THE FLOW' Literally no lunch break, haven't left the house, just want to clear up and go to bed after and oh, I'm working 7am tomorrow as well.
I specifically asked DH not to bring him back today (there was a steady run of this over the Euros and I bit my tongue. But I just feel overrun and like the little time I do have (any day off in recent months has gone in a puff of smoke due to bubbles bursting etc)
I am sociable, but just not now. I had asked, and he agreed but obviously doesn't care. I end up being the harridan.
I can smell burning smoke, electric guitars (like as in real ones as my daughter is now showing off to him without headphones in the amp) anfd guffaws (that I usually like the sound of but it's making me cross now)