I have had an all around horrendous day. Started a migraine in the middle of car line, 1st kid was late to pickup bc he was "talking", which caused us to be late for 2nd kid and late for 2nd kids doc appt. Then we had to grocery shop, H couldn't be bothered to help, and I get home and H has a WHOLE PERSON at the house. So I'm unloading all the shit, helping the kids, trying not to panic. My house is 1ksqft. I haven't been home all day, its a mess, I have a migraine, and they're expecting dinner. So i do that and now they're hanging out at fucking 9pm making a racket and drunk. But when I pitch a fit tomorrow, which I will be doing, I'm going to be the bad guy. I fucking hate how clueless and self absorbed he is when he's drunk. It's got to stop. I can't do it anymore.