3am rage

Last night the boyfriend was out so although I tried waiting up for him, by 11:30 pm I went to bed. I had a meeting today that I wanted to be “bright eyed and bushy tailed” for. 1am he stumbles in drunk, has to come into the bedroom and make sure I’m awake. He then goes out to the living room, makes popcorn, eats chips, watches tv, plays tambourine. Kidding about the tambourine but he may as well have been for all the flippin’ noise he’s making. 3 am he finally gives it up and comes to bed. Fling door open? Check. Fling covers back dramatically? Check. Throw entire body onto bed to see if girlfriend will bounce high enough to hit the ceiling? Check. Ok, by this time I’m SEETHING. I have a meeting to go to in the morning and I know that now I won’t be able to get back to sleep. He puts the mask thing of his sleep apnea machine on, turns the machine on and in within about 30 seconds falls asleep. About a minute later -PSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!! The machine or the mask or my boyfriend are mimicking the sound of a large tire rapidly losing air. If there’s one thing that pisses me off, it’s getting woken up in the middle of the night. If there’s one thing that will send me into a blind seething rage, it’s the combination of everything above. So I poked him (semi gently) and told him to take the mask off for the night, which he does while muttering “finnneee…. I’ll TRY to go sleep without it tonightzzzzzzzz” snoring. Loudly. So I get hmmm I don’t know – an hour of sleep to go to my meeting on? He of course, calls in sick and sleeps the day away. A few months ago at 4 am I would have been getting up, pouring myself some of his spiced rum (“because if he’s going to keep me awake then I’m drinking his booze and maybe this will help me get to sleep for a few hours). Last night the thought crossed my mind briefly, but then flitted away. Thank goodness.