You'd think my name was Bebe

I feel sorry for trouble if it runs into them kids.
-Ron Harris

Yes, my friend, it feels just like it looks. Like a bunch of lightning bolts running through the skull simultaneously. It's going on nearly four hours that I've been trying to get this half pint muthufuqa to go to sleep. And while I am graciously trying my best and doing everything in my power to maintain my discipline and composure and not throw his punk a$$ up against a wall, the situation is gradually deteriorating.

The crazy part is that I already had him on the verge of sleep twice tonight, but somehow, like Mimi/Mariah, this dude just keeps bouncing back. Maybe this really is the twilight zone because I swear I saw dust balls skipping along the street like this was Dodge City. So basically, I left his a$$ downstairs right now and he is currently banging away on the bedroom door. But it's not like it's locked or anything. He keeps opening and closing the door (read: slamming that mutha) and hollering his lungs out(more like growling now. it's his cresecendo). Oh well...you would think the hollering your lungs out part would get him tired and eventually wear him down. No, no...not Super Toddler. And to think, we had an early morning and he still is trying to go toe-to-toe with king night owl himself. The nerve of this mutha...pissing me off to the highest level of pissivity.

Actually, I had originally planned to wear him out quickly and put him to bed by 9pm so I could get some work done since it's obvious not enough time in the day to attend to everything I need to hande with my job. But of course, bam-bam said this is Burger King today, b!tch. He's gonna have it his way regardless of what I say...or shout. And since I'm a bit weary myself, I think I'm gonna have to wave that white flag and call it a night. I think this will have to be filed under "stolen moments to recall when it's prom time." The nerve of this mutha...