Spent the day in the West Village with family. It was very nice and relaxing. The food was delicious. The company was great. It was nice to be with folks and not be knee deep in toddler speak. It's different to hang with folks that you know because of your kid's friendships and your friends.
DH got a bit carried away I think. He really was enjoying himself and got more than just tipsy. This irked me to no end. I think it irked me because 1) we're not 20 anymore, 2) we have a kid with us and 3) he is naturally vociferous but drunk DH turns into Ricky Gervais berating Karl Pilkington. It's funny but mean. I know that part of it was he felt comfortable and laid back but I view things slightly differently now.
I wasn't mad but I was a bit perturbed. I only said a few things to him to simmer down when he started getting a little too in your face with some strangers.
On the way home, he passed out next to TG. TG, who was also a bit sleepy as she only had a 45 minute nap, sang lullabies and stroked DH's hair. If this child isn't my child, I don't know who she is.
In a way, I guess I'm glad he was able to let loose a little. He has been stressed. Still, next time I hope he sticks with a glass or two of wine.