Ugh!  Well...I thought I was getting a few hours of sleep tonight/day.  Jack and his brother went downtown to the CMA stuff.  I dropped them off.  I knew they would need a ride home, but by one o'clock I figured they would give up on me and call a cab.  Yeah..no.  I got a call at 2:45 from Pat saying, "Jenn, you have to come get us.  I think Jack is going to get arrested."  He tells me where they are, and I of course have no idea how to get there.  I just get in my car.  I was so pissed.  Ugh!  I haven't had to deal with an intoxicated husband, since......before the Christmas that he punched the cop, so over a year and 5 months ago.  I really didn't want to see that asshole again.  When I made it to where they were (by the grace of God), Jack was on a corner doing what you ask...talking to a fucking police officer in one of those van things....I pull over immediately, and yell, "Jack get in the fucking car now!"  He says, "Hang on I gotta get Pat."  I yell, "I will get him.  You get in the fucking car now!  NOW!!!!!!!!"  At which point, (Thank you God) the police pull away realizing that I am there to get him.  They both finally get in the car and immediately start yelling at each other.  I mean YELLING!  It was ridiculous!  I was trying to yell at them to shut the hell up, and I wasn't loud enough.  I mean how many times can I say, "This is my car, and I am the one driving!  Shut the hell up!"  Oh but did it just stop at there?  Oh no they got into a fight in my fucking car!  I mean full on fist fight.  I was praying that no one would hit me.  Thankfully no one did, but Pat put Jack in a choke hold or something saying, "I'm just holding him down.  He needs to calm down."  They both needed to calm the fuck down and go to sleep!  I drove all the way home, and they were still yelling and trying to swing.  I drove around the neighborhood twice trying to get their attention.  My car was not being stopped until they shut up.  I'll be damned if someone calls the cops on us at my Granny and Pop's house.  I would have just DIED!  The people who live on this road have been here FOREVER.  I guess my only hope would be that they would all be so hearing impaired that they couldn't hear.  At one point, I stopped at a stop sign and Jack hopped out of the car and proceeded to hit my car window (?!) to try to get to Pat.  Did I mention he was belligerently drunk? I told him, "If you break my car window, I swear to God.  I am going to drive you to your mama's house, and you can sleep there tonight!"  He finally got in the car.  We made it back to the house with the "quiet rule" in place...until my door opened, and I guess they thought that once I was out of the car that I would be able to hear them.  They start yelling at each other again!  They got in a fight in the front yard ya'll!  Oh my God.  Seriously?!  What the hell!  It took me 15 minutes to get Jack inside the house and to sit down and another 15 to make him stay sitting, so he would magically fall asleep.  Ahhhhh  now that is the trick!  Make him fall asleep.  I fanned him until he fell fast asleep like a baby at which point his brother knocks on the front door.  I swear I didn't lock him out ya'll.  He said he was going to stay outside for a while.  Anyway.  He knocks on the door and informs me he is going home...um no.   "Pat you aren't going anywhere.  You are drunk."  He tries to convince me otherwise.  I tell him that there are 3 times as many cops out because of the CMA fest, and he isn't going anywhere.  I unfortunately was not able to stop him.  He got all of his shit together.  I thought he was going to finally just go lay down.  Then he went out to his car and sat there was like  20 minutes.  I kept watching out the window.  (He scares me when he drinks.  Jack becomes ridiculously lovey dovey makes you wanna punch him in the face.  Pat becomes asshole makes you wanna punch him in the face.)  I looked out there at some point, and he and his brand new car that he just bought yesterday are gone.  I am praying that he makes it home a. without hitting someone and possibly killing them or himself.  b.  without falling asleep at the wheel and c. without being pulled over by the cops and put in jail for dui.  Ehhhh scratch that.  I hate to say it, but I wish he would get pulled over.  I think it would be a good lesson for him.  AND out of the three options that is the one I would obviously go with if I had to choose one.  Anyway.  I called Mo.  I was surprised that she was asleep.  She is usually a night owl, but she said she had actually fallen asleep at 1.  I just really wanted her to know that Pat was coming home and to watch for him.  Now she too is wide awake.<---I feel bad.  Like I said, I was expecting her to be wide awake.  Anyway.  Now I am going to lie down and attempt to get 2 hours of sleep.