All 3 daughters came to stay with us on Sat night. DD1 with tiny baby DGD, DS3 alone and DD2 with her partner. DD1 and DGD were in a small upstairs bedroom, DS3 in the sitting room. DGD started to cry inconsolably and we decided she was getting very hot in the small room - had to keep door closed because of the dog. We moved DS3 up in to the small room and DD1/DGD into the sitting room. DGD wouldn't stop crying, was going red, screaming, kicking her legs and not feeding (BF). I took her and rocked her to sleep in my arms.
I said that I would wait in the kitchen for 10 mins, once they'd settled in case DGD kicked off again.
While I was waiting, I heard steps coming down the stairs. It was DH who had been drinking all evening.
I smiled and thought he'd come down to see if DGD had settled.
Him - "What the FUCK is going on? What the FUCK are you doing down here?"
Me - "SSSSHHHH, we've just got DGD off to sleep in the sitting room.
Him - Rubbish, she's upstairs, you're just down here avoiding me and to annoy me.
Me - SSHHH, they had to change rooms.
Him - I don't believe you,
Me - "NO, don't go in there"
Him -
Poor DD1 leaps out of the campbed - "What's happening?"
Me - Don't worry, Dad's confused, he's sleepwalking.
He apologised the next morning when I told him what had happened, but I'm still 
I've just come back from shopping in a large local town and he's lying down, watching football and drinking red wine. I can feel my blood beginnning to boil again.