I can't find the off button!!

Dear Noah,

It's 10 o' clock at night and mommy is sitting on the floor in your room because you won't go to sleep. You, my dear child, are laying in your bed singing "marching band...marching band" while watching Megamind for the 900th time.  While I should be treasuring this moment, or whatever, I'm actually just really wanting to go to sleep. You know why mommy wants to go to sleep, my precious little peanut?  Let mommy tell you:

1. The first thing you did this morning was run through the house screaming.
2. I had to chase you through the kitchen and living room for 10 minutes just to get you into your seat for breakfast. 
3. You and your sister then ate my breakfast.
4. We went to the family room to start our day, where you proceeded to overturn and empty the basket holding the diaper paraphernalia, climb on it, and slam the blinds into the window while roaring like a dinosaur.
5. You then overturned mommy's decorative box she got from her dear grandmas house after she passed away and attempted to do a jig on it.
6. Then you laid on your sister and made her cry, for the first of 100 times today.
7. You and your sister then pooped in tandem, because you have an evil plot against me.
8. While I was playing with your sister, you climbed on the desk chair, got down your DVDs and threw them all over the room while screaming with glee.
9. You stole your sisters juice out of her hands which made her scream, and made me start getting an eye twitch.
10. You made mommy's eye twitch get twitchier when she realized it was only 9 in the morning!!!!!!!!

Now, my love, I know you have...let's call it...lots of energy.  That's one of the very things about you mommy loves, but how about we call it a night?  Lets say we pick this up again first thing in the morning, because I am pooped!!

Pretty please.....

Pretty, pretty please?

"So, fall asleep love, loved by me...
For I know love, I am loved by thee."
 Robert Browning