Easter Weekend

I'm wiped. I want nothing more at this moment than to climb into bed and go to sleep. Yeah, I know, it's only seven o'clock.

Friday kicked off a long weekend. My hubby sadly did not pass his NASD test, so that night he had himself a pity party. He got good and loaded and kept hanging on me, grabbing me, hugging me, swinging me around. I have a very low threshold for being man-handled and I had a minor freak out, which didn't help his ego. I know he was just being needy and affectionate, but when you fill him full of beer, he's just not as gentle as he normally is.

I turned out the lights and called it a night at one, but I couldn't get him to come to bed. Four thirty in the morning he comes stumbling in asking, "Is there a reason why I've been sleeping in the living room?" Um, you wouldn't get off the love seat?

Saturday morning he's hung the fuck over and I have to drive through the city to a baby shower across the street from his parents' while he's giving me commands from the passenger street. For instance, "remember when you take a left turn, the oncoming traffic has the right-of-way." No shit. He forgets that I'd been driving for ten years before I met him.

After the baby shower we visited with the in-laws, and then returned home where Hubby speedily consumed more beer.

Sunday morning, we had Easter brunch with with my family (where Boloney Sandwich snuck some champagne into his previously virgin mamosa), took an afternoon nap, then had Easter dinner with Hubby's family. I just want to go home now. And I swear if my man cracks open even one more beer tonight he'll be sleeping in the mini van.