Okay so this week is going by way way way too slowly, its Wednesday but it feels like it should be Friday and I am just dying from exhaustion because I can't sleep due to the mixture of excitement about the holidays and the break from work and also due to the fact that the bf is on holidays already and has taken to staying up late and waking me up when he comes to bed. I lie awake for almost an hour after heading to bed wishing sleep upon myself but the clock still clicks by and I lie, eyes wide open, dying to get some rest knowing that I have to get up early and do my whole routine again. I'm so jealous of those who are on vacation right now I wish I could be them ahhh to sleep in and do nothing but Christmas activities all day, such as baking and wrapping and visiting. I have to do baking still whenever I find the time my life has become one huge ball of hecticity. (I know thats not even a word I like making them up.) Anyway, on to my description from last nights hullabaloo. The bf went to his regular Tuesday night hockey but they were having a huge party afterwards at the rink with just the boys. The initial plan was for me to drive him to hockey and then if he desperately needed me to pick him up he could call me. However he changed his plans as he always tends to do. So he takes his car deciding not to drink and if he did drink he would get a ride home no problem. So I do my usual Tuesday night thing watch my Gilmore Girls and then clean up the dishes and do some work on one of my many hobbies, last night it was knitting. I head to bed around 11:00pm and am in a deep sleep by 11:30. Suddenly I am shocked awake by the bf yelling at the top of his lungs 'HONEY I'M HOME!' he was drunk as a skunk. He comes into the bedroom where I am trying to roll over and go back to sleep, bundling up in the nice warm covers and dying to just conk right back out. No such luck hes on top of me petting my head and kissing my face and pleading with me to take him back to the rink to his car so he can get his hockey gear. It was 12:45 in the morning and I have to get up and catch my ride at 5:30 am so I am quite po'd by this point. Of course I cave to his whims and drive him back to the rink to get his gear and his phone AND his wallet the silly nut. He is weaving all over the place when he walks so I have to steady him the whole time and not only carry the heavy hockey gear with him but carry him also it was nuts. We get back home by ten after one and he drops everything right in the doorway and heads straight for bed. I am left to clean off his hockey skates but did not put away his gear that will be a task for him later. I yearn for bed and its calling out my name so I get undressed again and just start to crawl underneath the covers when all of a sudden the bf heads for the bathroom like a shot. He didn't make it to the toilet but at least he hit the sink. I get up to help him puke the vile alcoholic beverages and food he has consumed out of his body. He direly wants to get his contacts out of his eyes but I do not, I repeat do not touch eyeballs, even the thought of doing so makes me shudder so he sets to the task but can't get them out. I draw up all my strength and try to help but he can't handle it and starts to vomit yet again into the toilet bowl. I am left cleaning up the sink which was disgusting by the way. Then set about getting him into his pajama bottoms and into bed. I finally got back to sleep at 2:30am after a few more trips to the loo with the bf. He's going to be feeling it even worse then I am this morning I know that. Still soooo tired though just want this day to be over so I can crawl into my nice warm bed, underneath my fleece blankets and comforters and curl up with my pillow.
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