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Week 32 - Saturday and Sunday Saturday 4th-Sunday 5th February 2006 I really don't know how to begin to describe the weekend I had. It was just awful. Don't worry, nothing baby-related. Little girl is still happily kicking away inside unaware of the passing dramas of Saturday night. Before I begin I must just say that Hubby's and my existence is a calm and peaceful one generally, we're very loving, we don't argue about housework, we take turns to cook, we hug loads, we're happy in each other's company. We have nice families, there aren't many politics or problems and we generally go through life in a lovely peaceful manner. Which is why Saturday night was a bit of a dramatic twist to events. I mentioned a while ago that Hubby's brother had left his wife. Just out of the blue he left, moved out of the house he shared with her and their 3-year-old daughter and moved into barracks (he's in the army.) Well, Hubby's been really worried about him since then but Bro insists he's fine and old enough to look after himself etc, he started going out loads, drinking with his mates and stuff, which is only to be expected I guess. We've all been there and sometimes a couple of weeks abstaining from the human race is the only thing for it. Aaaaanyway. It was arranged for Bro to come down to our's this weekend to see Hubby, have a few beers, watch the rugby and then go back to Hubby's mate's place for pizza and playstation. So we made up the spare room and I made Hubby promise me that there would be no getting drunk and emotional and falling out (that's what they tend to do when they start talking about their emotions - fall out. I think it's the lack of a mother-figure when they were growing up, they don't know how to handle emotional upset except to shout a lot...I digress.) Bro turned up and had a cuppa and some malteeser muffins (my latest baking experiment) and off they went. I spent the day watching TV, reading, studying, ignoring the banging from upstairs. I even painted my toenails (it took two hours with regular breaks and I had awful heartburn afterwards.) Fairy came round about 6ish for dinner and we sat and ate and watched bad television and chatted. Then about 10.30pm we heard shouting, when we looked out of the window it was Hubby and Bro. They were both drunk and LOUD and squared up to each other in the middle of the carpark outside the flat. Oh dear. So, downstairs I go to break them up. Unfortunately they were in a complete rage the pair of them, I may as well not have been there for all the attention they were paying to me. I could see our upstairs neighbours peering out the window at us - bloody hell, talk about revenge for their anti-social activities!!! There's Hubby and Bro screaming at each other, me seven months pregnant trying to stop them. All we needed was a bottle of Lambrusco and one or all of us to be wearing Burberry. I gave up and went inside and left them to it. Fairy very kindly went down to have a go at breaking it up. She returned ten minutes later with Hubby, who had blood pretty much everywhere. It turns out that Bro had punched him in the chin. There followed an hour of shouting (Bro outside on the phone to their Dad, Hubby inside shouting generally at everyone.) Luckily Fairy has known Hubby for years, longer than I have, and she knows how to calm him down so she talked to him whilst I made tea and tried to do some deep breathing to stop me having some kind of stress/pregnancy related fainting episode. It took a good couple of hours but we got Bro home safely and Hubby tucked up in bed (covered in plasters to stop blood getting on my nice sheets.) Fairy left and I put Hubby's clothes in the bath with a load of Vanish to soak the blood out. Then I passed out exhausted. It turns out that they had started talking about Bro leaving his wife and Hubby was worried that Bro wouldn't see his daughter enough, which offended Bro greatly and...well, you get the general idea. None of it would have happened without the aid of Guinness and Southern Comfort. How glad am I that I am having a little girl and not a boy?!!! Good grief. Of course Hubby was all apologies the next day, as was his Bro. But most importantly they apologised to each other and spoke on the phone for a bit. So all is well. Sunday was a write-off. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I slept for most of the afternoon and did not feel well at all. I was glad to finally crawl into my bed at the end of a draining weekend. previous * * * next
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