My SO, our roommate, and his girlfriend were all drinking last night. I decided to stay sober because we have our DS in the house.
They were drinking margaritas and taking shots of tequila and vodka. I went to sleep early, when none of them were even drunk, because I knew DS would be awake at 6am.
At like 4:30am, I hear SO yelling in the kitchen. He's bitching because there's no food in the house (which there was, but he wanted junk food, not the fruits or veggies in the fridge). I got pissed because DS was sleeping and he was yelling like a fucking moron. Then he asks me to come stand in the bathroom with him because he has to puke. I did, he starts puking, and it splashes EVERYWHERE, including into my bare feet. I was so goddamn mad. But after that, I finally got him to lay down and fall asleep.
I wake up with DS at 6:30am, and the kitchen is TRASHED (I didn't really notice last night because the kitchen light was off when I walked through). Cigarette ashes on the floor, shot glasses on the table, a bunch of wasted sodas (half - 3/4 full cans), and trash on the sink and table. So of course I had to fucking clean it up.
Then I had to clean up SO's puke that he got ALL OVER the toilet, walls, floor, even behind the fucking toilet.
But, on the bright side, SO said he's not drinking anymore because he realized how stupid he was last night and he doesn't like puking.