It's the small things

Friday night DH and I met up with my parents for dinner and drinks at a cute little wine bar near my parents' house. While this is not a strange or rare occurence, this particular Friday night out was a celebration. You see, I will turn 30 years old this coming Thursday. My folks will be out of town on the actual day and wanted to take us out, even though it was a few days before my big day.

We had some wine, we ate some yummy brick oven pizza, we enjoyed a very fancy birthday cake (lemon with a buttercream filling and more awesome buttercream all over the outside). We were having a nice evening.

Well, DH was a few drinks further in than I was when we decided to get a bottle of wine to go and head back to my parents' house. Apparently, he was a lot further along than we thought because about 30 minutes after we got there, he passed out. As in, totally-asleep-snoring-away passed out. It was about 8:30PM.

As I work my way through the bottle we had brought back with us, my parents honored my last minute request to watch Twilight on demand (of course I've seen it twice before--but hey, it's my birthday!). DH continues to snore away. About 15 minutes into the movie he wakes up and we tell him what we're doing, to which he grumbles and I tell him to go in the guest room and go back to sleep. We can just stay the night, no big deal.

The movie ends, I borrow a tshirt from my mom to sleep in and I wash up. I head up to the guest room and tell DH to move over, get under the covers. I climb in and say goodnight--he's now sitting up and wants to know what I'm doing. I say, going to sleep--how about you? He says, not very nicely, that he's going home (he was sober at this point, just to clarify). And when I just stare at him and don't move, he mumbles that he'll just leave me there as he heads downstairs.

Now, I was tired at this point, fairly drunk (as in NOT driving), and pissed that for my birthday night with my parents, he spent the majority of it napping. So I'm close to tears as I throw on my clothes and gather our things to leave. I pop my head in the door of my parents' room to let them know and my mom doesn't know why we are leaving. In the rush to get to the car (because he is actively leaving me at this point), I forget my cake in the fridge. When I go in to get it I tell my mom I had to go because he was going to leave me there. She says, I'll take you home tomorrow...but I'm now in tears and thanking her and running to car all at the same time. I felt SO so so very bad.

I cried to myself the entire ride home with all kinds of mean, resentful thoughts running through my head. I could not believe his behavior. And for my 30th birthday! When we got home, I promptly got my pillow and headed to our guest room where I slept the whole night. In the morning, I was still very pissed. Of course, DH thinks the whole thing was funny and he even said it was my fault because I believed him when he said he'd leave me there. If I'd said ok, go ahead, he wouldn't have left (or so he says now). I asked him to please apologize for his drunken idiocy and even though he laughed, he did.

But I still felt bad about my mom. I called her and apologized--she said she just felt bad for me. I explained how some of it was my fault because I was feeding a bit of the drama with my own drunkeness, she said she still felt bad and hoped I'd had a good time at least a little. Which, of course, I did despite how the night ended up.

Whether he was trying to get out of the doghouse or not yesterday, we did have a good day. We got up fairly early, went out for breakfast, got coffee and read the paper, went to the farmers' market, went out looking for a dresser/changing table for baby's room at an antique mall and at a couple of consignment shops (which I know he hated doing because he has been putting this off for awhile now every time I ask), and then we stayed in last night to watch some preseason football. It really was such a nice day.

Sorry for the long post, but DH hasn't made me so mad in a long time...I thought a bit of documentation would be good! Guess the good news is my actual birthday isn't until Thursday, and I intend to make sure he makes it up to me all week!