unrelenting fury

I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately. Par for the course when one has a kneebitter, right? Well, I've been getting less than normal (considering) and it's been wearing on me.
This morning when I was rudely pulled off my flying slumber carpet and plummited to the dowr dank realities I dutifully took up my charge and retired to the living room so we could partake in soy foux bovine byproduct and my coffee.
Alls fair on the western front -so far.
There are two ladies enjoying their voyage to the dreamscape and I am doing my best to ensure my little seedling doesn't disturb them. well on my trip to the kitchen to prepare a conveyour of liquid nurishment the little tea kettle that is my flesh and blood begins to chirp, waking one of the benevolent deities I reside with.
I soon come back to my little one and quelch her thirst only to set her down once again, this time trapped near her mother so as I can deliver my gift to the porcaline god (that which I give regular gifts for once ever two to three days). It takes me twenty minutes to finish my sitting prayers and The unspeakable other beats on the door demanding to know whence the last time my hordeling was last saticfied. I responded in kind (amazed our heated exchange didnt' wake the slumbering god below).
This quick exchange of nicities sparked rather dark and red coated fantasies. Fantasies I flee from, constantly.