Friday Night in my living room

Two dogs frantically barking at each other, two seven year old girls reading out loud at the same time two different books and Mrs D.O.M. and Taylor having their own little crazy conversation on the couch. Me, I'm standing up facing the wall supported only by my forehead which I'm trying to press into the sheet rock. What the fuck happened to my life. I glance over at the clock. Jackpot! It's 8 O clock. Time for bed. I sneak upstairs and climb into bed, bury myself under the blankets and cover my head with pillows. I make a little hole to breathe. Finally I feel safe. After about a minute the door opens. It's Sadie, she wants to read to me. So after 3 books and two games of operation and an endless puppet show(by this time Sophie has joined the fun) I give them the boot. That was 9:30. 2:30 am the puppy decides it needs to take a dump and starts its little monkey screaming ,"get me out of my crate",cry. I punch Vicki in the back and fall back asleep. Up at 5am to let Satan out. Thank God for sunrises and work. See ya bitches.