Reinout has a wild evening

Posted by: fracas on September 16 @ 4:55 pm

It’s been a strange day. Apart from a lingering headache, the result of my 3 hours of sleep last night, the day has not turned out as anticipated. It started at 2 am. I woke up, but Reinout was not there. I tried to call him a few times, but as I couldn’t reach him I sent a text telling him not to disturb my sleep when he came home. I’m an insomniac and I’m going through a pretty bad patch, so any discussions, arguments or teasing me at 3 in the morning is going to result in a sleepless night.

Although I tried, I couldn’t fall asleep again, so I picked up some interior magazines which I flickered through. Sometime after three the door opens and closes with a bang. A lot of noise follows, and I wait for it to die down. But it doesn’t. Eventually I put on a dressing gown and I find my husband and P drunk as a skunk, literally spilling over the dining room table. Reinout stands up and when he sees I’m not happy he flexes his muscles and look with his most mean look. The one where you feel you are looking straight into the eyes of a psycho. He only get this look when he is severely angry, drunk and in some cases both. I have come to learn to ignore him in this state and it always works the best. He shouts after me, but I refuse to give in and slam the bedroom door shut.

But out of sight doesn’t necessarily equate out of mind, which is now racing to the beat of my revved up pulse. I put on the radio (a jazz station I have found on iTunes) but this doesn’t work either. I’m wide awake.

Some half an hour later I hear loud noise on the steps. My husband and P are attempting to climb the stairs but it’s futile. Eventually they manage to get to first base where they collapse on top of eachother. If they wouldn’t be married and totally into women I would have had my doubts as to their sexual inclinations. But being drunk mitigates any such circumstances and when I hear Reinout scream from a kick in his groin, I storm out half naked on the landing. The guys don’t seem to take notice. At this point Sebastian is awake too and Victoria is coming down the stairs to see what is going on.

I’m fuming as I go to attend to Sebastian. I don’t let Reinout anywhere near him. Nevertheless 5 minutes later my husband is in bed. He falls asleep almost immediately. I can’t. At 4.30 in the morning I write an email to my colleagues saying I most likely won’t be working this morning. I blame it on a domestic incidence which I realise after sending it off looks like my husband has been beating me up. Ah well, they will have to read the blog to get the full scoop.

After this I turn off the alarm clock but even this doesn’t help me go to sleep. So I write my husband an email. I end it buy saying “I want to make it clear that this will be the last time I am not sleeping because of you”. This should make the point. After this I fall asleep, exhausted. But Sebastian wakes up, at 7 and then before 9. No point in sleeping any longer. I get ready for the gym, which manages to wake me up….marginally. When I come home Reinout is awake and full of remorse. It’s sweet and I can’t really be angry any longer.

P is full of remorse too. He apologies for the commotion and when I look at these two guys, one with his shirt stained and another with puffy eyes and a bruised knuckle as a result of a street brawl (you’ll have to ask my husband for the scoop on that one!) my heart melts and I make them coffee…