Grumpy McGrumpington

Z came back from London the day before last and then yesterday morning he flew off for the weekend!  Basically he came home for one evening with his peeps.
The one evening he was home I had my swimgym class (the only form of exercise that I am finally allowed, so missing it is not an option), still, we decided to jump start our weekly friday evening.  A little explanation might be needed here, generally, on Friday's, we try for some yummy time, we might go to a café in the morning, have something unhealthy for dinner, watch a movie and overindulge on chocolates.  
So we decided we'd have a late dinner of homemade pizza and some good red wine!  Everything went according to plan, and when I came back from the pool, little man was in bed and the pizza was ready for the oven. The movie wouldn't play, we tried everything, but, what the heck, we had pizza and wine and delicious coffee, so all was good with the world.  Then right when I was feeling too much of a buzz from the wine and also just from being tired, in a good way, little man wakes up, and he is inconsolable.  HE DOES NOT GO BACK TO SLEEP!  Ergo, neither do I.  
What is the actual point of this nagathon?  Well, yesterday morning, when we were suppose to either go to a café or at least have a cozy breakfast together I was so exhausted and grumpy that as soon as little man went for his nap I passed out. I didn't even really say goodbye to hubbyliscious.  Poor guy had to have a lonesome cold breakfast and when he tried to let me know he was leaving I was pissed off at him for trying to wake me!  When we finally did wake up (Grumpy and Grumpy junior), I felt so bad, but it was too late, his phone was already out of range, either that or switched off to avoid yours truly.  
The stupid thing is that I still feel really bad about the whole thing.  I mean, I was justifiably exhausted, but nevertheless.  I feel like Z must be kinda' mad at me, disappointed like, and that is the stupidest thing ever cause he hardly ever gets that way, and still I worry.  Not being able to get hold of him doesn't help, of course.

On a different yet related note, what is up with babies and not being able to tell you what's wrong?  One of those message board things on their foreheads would come in real handy!  Or one of those warning voices they put in cars.  It's just so frustrating to have to go through every possibility with a screaming baby, when the whole thing could fixed with one quick forehead flash of poop, or earache or even itchy nose!  You might even be able to get it over and done with before he's completely awake again!