So, I come home exhausted on Friday night. My husband and I have this horrible conversation about our marriage that leaves me in tears (as usual). I finally get the baby to sleep at around 8:45, almost 2 hours later than usual because the husband got him off of his schedule. Then at 9, I hear this HORRIFIC noise coming from outside our house. The walls start shaking, the dogs start barking, and the baby starts screaming. Turns out that the county is repaving the roads in our neighborhood, and they're doing it at night because it's so heavily travelled during the day. The noise we heard? They were running a freakin' JACKHAMMER outside of my house!!! Poor DS was terrified, and I cuddled him in our bed the rest of the night. Saturday was uneventful, but yesterday we took DS to his first MLS game. DH brought a friend, and as we're leaving (with the poor baby exhausted and ready to crash) the guy realizes he lost his keys! Instead of going back into the stadium, he cracks open a beer and leans back against the car. I tell him to get his azz to the stadium, because we're leaving. Half an hour later, he comes back, says he needs to wait a couple of hours while the cleaning crew goes through. I say hell, no, and he says he'll go back the next day to check it out. Halfway home, I look in the backseat, and the guy is passed out, with his hand on DS's face! I'm completely pissed at this point, and have DH wake the guy up to tell me where he lives. He's so drunk, he can't remember the exit, so we end up driving around town while he gives us random directions. We finally got DS home, I bathed him twice, and passed out myself. What a nightmare.
Re: You won't believe my weekend.