Deciding its worth

We are back and funny how when we were driving home The husband states how he felt it was a relaxing weekend and I think it was torture. J was fine until the dinnertime/evening and then it was hell. He was over tired and over stimulated. He refused to eat all weekend and sleep was no better. We did get him to sleep at a record 11pm with me repeating Brown Bear book about 30 or more times.

The guys went into the tub while I watched TV. Im suprised that Jeff didnt ask anything about all the things I dont do. I dont drink wine, I dont go in hottubs and I dont drink caffinated coffee. Oh and I pee on a regular hour basis. Hmm. I would be scratching my head. I was also eating like there was no tomorrow. Can you say hungry?

Sleep was not good at all. The bed was super hard and it was a double size. Uh, The husband and I are not skinny people. Holy crap I thought I was going to die. J woke up at 6 am in time for my blatter to explode and, well, so did his. His bed and clothes were soaked. I guess I should have expected that because we did keep filling his cup to help him get to sleep. I think we were up to 5 cups by the time he fell asleep. I have no idea where this kid puts all this liquid, seriously.

Well, The husband didnt get to sleep until 2 or so and when J woke up at 6 he climbed into bed and I changed his clothes and diaper. The husband actually expected the kid to go back to sleep. He was even yelling at him. So I took J downstairs and we watched lots of TV and I waited for everyone to wake up. I was STARVING by 8:30 and The husband finally got out of bed at 9 or so. Jeff and Tom didnt wake till 10 and there was nothing for us to eat. No cereal. Nothing. Next time I bring EVERYTHING. So finally they got up and decided to start breakfast. As J was starting to get wild and unmanageable I kept telling The husband that we had to go and do something or leave. I couldnt take it anymore. Jeff kept saying that next year we will leave J with so and so (not my in-laws) and we will come up without him. Um, over my dead body!

Ontop of all of this, Tom couldnt even remember our names. Never called my son by the same or even the right name once. Then Jeff thinks its his place to tell me how to deal with my kid. "stick him on the couch and dont let him up until.." or "you really need to let him know whos boss or he will never listen". It just never ended. I told The husband that if he had one more comment on our parenting i was going to let him have it. Who the fuck does he think he is? He has never parented a child, especially MY child. Fuck off, asshole!

So. The husband says he would do it again and I say NO FREAKIN WAY! The stress is not worth it AND im pregnant! I dont need this. I want my own bed. I want a night laying next to my hubby where I can sleep in anything I want, with my comfy pillows and bed and blanket. Cat on my head and a toilet next to my room.