bf birthday dinner

went to Crabbys Oyster bar for dinner. we ate oysters and i got jumbo shrimp and rice. so the morning of my bfs bday was not the greatest. sophia fell off the bed and landed on her back on the tile floor. i turned to fix this lamp direction so it wasn’t in our faces and i hear a thump on the floor. sounded like something fell, like something that isn’t a baby. i turn to see and she’s in the floor and she screams. it was so fucking awful. while my back was turned for 5 seconds i still kinda blame my bf. we have this talk all the time that he needs to get off his phone and watch sophia. he was on one bed with her too. you should have seen her. “well she was ontop of the pillow she was fine” um no. the pillow was the barricade. so the rule is no matter what sophia can’t be on the bed unsupervised. even with barricades of stuffed animals and pillows. it use to work but now she’s all over the place. it broke my heart and i cried. luckily she is resilient and stopped crying pretty fast. she clung on to me tightly tho for a good while. :( i had a bad feeling that would happen that day for some reason. 

then our power goes out cuz of the hurricane that’s hitting the other side. so we lose power and decide to go to breakfast with sophia. luckily it came back on when we finished eating. we get to the dinner at 530 & none of his friends he invited show up for like 45 mins. so he’s upset cuz we asked for a table for 6. so he felt bummed. turns out they were all running late but they made it. i was worried the entire dinner cuz i had a curfew of 8pm. needed to get back to sophia to bathe her by 8. had to tell my mom we’d be back at 830 instead because the lateness and when we got to order our dinner. my bro calls me at 730 ready to pick us up i’m like “it’s only 730 and i’m eating i just got my dinner” he gets all mad and i hang up on him. he calls back and apologized saying he didn’t get the memo about picking me up at 8. so instead he said he’d pay for our uber. my bf is drunk by this point and im pretty sober. it’s his bday so i figured id let him do his drunken thing. but he now wants to go to the bar for one drink….. uhhhh. one drink never happens. so i’m looking at the time constraintly worrying we’d be late. didn’t wanna disappoint my mom for one after my own drunken fiascos in the recent past. more importantly i wanted to give sophia her bath on time. so it’s 815 and we finally leave. thankfully the bar is close as fuck. so we get there and we order 2 beers and he gets his second shot ugh. i ordered a Lyft right when we got there. downed my beer and dragged him out of there. so we got home at 840. he’s all drunk and falling over, knocking stuff down and then decided to get in sophia’s crib. ?????????? i was so pissed off cuz i’m trying to get sophia her bath and go to bed and he’s fucking up her crib. he annoyed me so much i hate being the sober one. i hate being around drunk people so much. i felt like i was babysitting 2 babies. but it was his bday so i couldn’t really hate. told him the next day how he was acting and he said he was super embarrassed. we both agreed NO more shots for either of us. cuz he finally saw it how i felt.  it feels like you’re being roofied and you are just way drunk more than you’d think. i use to do shots fine a few years ago but i think getting older just can’t handle much. also i was pregnant before so my body is definitely different in ways i can take alcohol. i feel i get drunk faster now a days. so yea that day wasn’t my fave. 

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