Sick Kids, Tom and Jerry, and Rage

I started to post this as a status update on Facebook, however due to my mind slowly shutting down, my fingers basically started to ramble.  Gonna post it here instead.

Bailey is sick, so she's been up and down napping all day.  She's currently still up and it looks as if she has no intention of going to sleep now.

Have you ever seen that episode of Tom and Jerry, when Jerry played in that jazz band all night and Tom tried everything he could to cover his ears from the noise?  Remember when the music finally stopped and Jerry went to bed, tom couldn't believe it and laid down finally to get some sleep, only to be awakened by his alarm again?  He was shocked, confused, and eventually broke down into tears and screamed hysterically.  He then ran through the wall and, I would assume, eventually fell to his death?

Well, right now, I'm living that same scenario.  Here are the differences... Bailey is Jerry, the music she's playing would the goodnight show on TV which has been playing for the last 4 hours, and my attempts to muffle the noise are the headphones I have to take off repeatedly because Bailey is ripping books or wants her baby swaddled.

As I type this, I can feel my lips start to tremble and my bloodshot eyes are beginning to swell with tears.  You might be thinking to yourself "Good thing you can turn your alarm off because its Saturday!"  Well, you obviously forgot about my other two children who will be up at the crack of dawn's ass fighting about who gets the lego figure that has the red arm instead of the black arm!  You obviously forgot that my other two children will raise their voices when speaking phrases such as "I'm SO hungry, I can't even take it anymore!" or "Fine, I'm telling Mommy Daddy!"  You, OBVIOUSLY have forgotten that my dog will need to take a piss right as my now swollen, burning eyelids begin to close for what can only be described as the greatest sleep a man has ever known!

Yeah, there is no happy ending to this story, in fact, there may never be an ending to this story, because once this little girl is no longer sick, the other two will start to get sick and the cycle will continue only with bigger vomiting, hotter fevers, and for me about 3/4 less brain function.

You want to be a parent?  I suggest you go through the archives of this blog if they even still exist and read with awe and wonder as to how my wife and I are still functioning without a constant supply of cocaine and an I.V. drip of red bull 24/7.

Take it slow my friends, everyone says it gets better at they get older.  Well, they can all kiss my ass, because I live in the moment, and right now the moment is not better, and has strong potential to get worse.