Sounds like lots of fun and games and wine being had this weekend!
Friday night was spectacular for us. When I counted back at 930 this morning, I think I was in bed for a total of 2 hours by the time it got to 6am. To his credit, DP finally volunteered to take H downstairs at 615 - definitely encouraged by my tears having just returned to bed 10 minutes previously.
The context of this miracle makes it more impressive. We had been having yet another 'shall we split up' discussion that started because a few weeks ago I asked him if he could get a lift to and from work this Monday so I could have my the car for the day. I'm meeting up with 2 friends and their babies 150 miles away.
Given that one of his colleagues nippped round a couple of weeks ago for some baby clothes, I knew that a) someone lived close enough to do so and b) they were obviously fairly friendly as DP wouldn't have offered H's old clothes.
So instead of asking this guy who does the same hours in the same office 60 miles away, he announced one night that he had juggled his days so he could work out of a different office, 30 miles and in the same general direction as I would be travelling so I could take him to work and pick him up again at either end of the 150-mile/2and a half hour journey.
Thing is, I wanted to go down on Sunday to break the journey, see my folks briefly - my friends and I are meeting at my mum's - and take the pressure out of such a long journey on my own with H.
So from there DP started saying 'why do you really want to go down' and announced that he wouldn't travel 2 hours on a 'peasant wagon' just to get to work etc.
I'm obviously totally unreasonable to ask him to put himself out for one journey in all the time I have been and will be off 
So the all-nighter was fun! Tried to give H a top up of formula to knock him up tonight but he refused it. Hoping this is just cos he's a little under the weather. Otherwise we're a bit screwed as I'm back at work in 6 weeks.
Sorry your DH has been an arse, too, mother . Bloody men.