Dp went out yesterday to rugby, taking DS1 with him. Returned at 5pm and said he was going to the local with some of his rugby friends.
Pub is half a mile away, he drove the car and said he would walk back (it takes 10 mins, all downhill I do it everyday come rain or shine, the pub is right by the school) or get a taxi.
Anyway I hear him come it at around 12.15am and he comes to bed. I fal back to sleep, only to be woken an hour later by him pissing into the wardrobe. I yell at him and he goes to the bathroom, returning with the hiccups. Generally keeping me awake.
I have work today so I get my pillows and go into DS2's bed.
I Got up at 7.30- opened DS2's curtains. THe car is parked outside, meaning that he has driven the car home pissed.
I go into our bedroom and wake him up. I said "why is the car outside?"
He said- " I never drove it home did I?"
So he was so drunk that he doesnt remember driving the car back home, on a route in which he has to get across a busy 'A'Road.
I am so fucking angry and amazed at his sheer fuckwittery that I am typing with my teeth clenched.
I want to scream at him but cant as the boys are here.
He did this once recently (although was not as drunk as last night, I was up last time wehn he got in and had a fit at him). I thought he grassped the concept of not only the dangers (ie killing himself or others, maiming himself or others) Even losing his bloody license which he needs to in order to do his job.
He is a fucking clown and I feel like killing him.