Rough week to rough weekend

No good deed goes unpunished, so the saying goes. And thus it goes.
Last week, Valentine's home was going through a small remodel. Okay, for the last two weeks it's been going through a small remodel while Valentine winds up her second and last pregnancy. Call it nesting instinct, but she is making sure their home is perfect for the birth of their new baby. The house has been covered in dust as things are added and subtracted around their abode but last week, they had the painters in to repaint the entire interior of the house.
She asked if she park her son and his nanny with us for the week while they painted. Not a problem, I thought and okayed it. Boy loves his best friend and Valentine's son goes to the same nursery school program twice a week that Boy goes to and two days a week, he goes to another program. That meant that we had our guests from one until six pm.
Maybe having his best friend around for so many days and for so long, despite the fact that they both napped for two hours of the five they were together, was too much for him. The week and now the weekend, Boy has spent acting out, sleeping badly and being more needy than normal. When he played with his best buddy, they were all laughs and trouble together. I would understand if his little buddy was acting out but it was Boy who did most of the troublesome things. He climbed onto the dining room table and threw some vases my Aunt gave me onto the ground, smashing them. Crayon art decorates the walls of Husband's office. He smeared God knows what onto our television.
Even though his little buddy only camped out at our house on Friday for four hours and decamped at 430pm for his own paint fumed home, Boy continued to act out. He became tantrumy in the evening and began hitting. Today, he fought as hard as he could, hitting me, when it came time to nap. He was exhausted and needed his sleep but he was determined to throw all the stuff on his chest of drawers on the ground and stomp on them.
And tonight he also decided to strip his bed. Off came his duvet, his three body pillows, his two bears, two head pillows. Last night, in an act sure to bring me into his room, he stripped off his pajamas and diaper.
I understand what he wants. He wants Husband or I to sleep with him. To give him our undivided attention. To give him the security that seemed elude him for some reason. Normally, he nods off and we don't have any problems with him. But, all week, it was waking up after four hours at night and coming to get me so I could get him his milk, water whatever. I would, generally it's in his room, and tuck him back into his bed. But he would come back and get me. Over and over again. He wasn't happy until I was curled up next to him while he kicked me for the next few hours as he slept.
Husband was getting beyond pissed tonight as Boy challenged him. Right now, Husband is curled up next to Boy who is asleep finally. I'm curling up in the guest room with a magazine and a couple Tylenol PM as soon as I finish this.
Ahh, the joys of toddler stress.