On Disruption: Interruption is The Norm

Sorry for the time off folks! I was feeling relatively uninspired for a period of time there but damn, nearly half a year? Someone should have told me to get my shenanigans together and put something out before the cobwebs gum up the website! Thanks for sticking around, and now, for our feature presentation...

I was sitting on the couch, end of a long day, chatting with my wife about all the nuances in our day while the Real Housewives argued about yet another thing quietly in the background.  When, all of a sudden...
"Dad, I'm scared. Can I go sleep in Mom and Dad's bed?"
"Yes Honey, but you need to go to sleep... I love you.  *turning to the wife*  Anyway, so I had this patient today who was...."
"Dad! I'm pooping! Can you wipe me when you're done?!"
"Yes buddy, just let me know when. *again turning to the wife* Anyway, this patient was having some strange symptoms down his leg..."
"DAD!!! MOM!!  I need water!" (this is first scared child again)
*sighs*
"Ok honey come get your water bottle."
"NO. Can you do it? I'm scared to get out of bed." 
*more sighs and a possible under the breath curse"
"Yes honey just a second... (possibly said through clenched teeth)"

So I get the water to scared child number one and sit back down to chat with the wife. 
"Well, this patient had this leg that was, like twice the size of the other one..."
"DAD I'M DONE!" (this is pooping child number 2)
*deep breath*
"I'm coming buddy. One sec."
*gets kiddo cleaned up and back into bed*

Has anyone else had nights or days like this? My wife talk in short bursts and code anymore. It's a beautiful evolution of the English language to be able to communicate only through 2-3 word bursts.  These days in my house, disruption is the norm. It's not something that ever stops. I often wonder if anyone else has children that literally NEVER stop moving. It's fascinating and terrifying all at once. I can't imagine not having our kiddos the way they are, but in the same breath I wonder how long I can keep up before my body and brain give up entirely. 
These kids certainly keep me my toes. And my wife and I wouldn't have it any other way at the end of the day. But when you're in the thick of it, when you're really hitting that wall, a steady stream or vebal diarrhea sometimes isn't the most welcome - My brain can only handle so much and trying to finish dinner, deal with a screaming baby that wants to touch the hot pan,  someone singing 'The Greatest Showman' soundtrack at volume 11 and a 3 minute verbal essay on the finger points of the Gible evolution in Pokemon; sometimes you just need a break.  Daddy needs a time out.
But, then I recognize that this is likely just a phase. And pretty soon, they won't want to talk to me at all. I reckon at that point I'll be begging and screaming for them to interrupt me with something just so we can have a dialogue. 
So I've been trying to embrace the chaos and interruptions rather than resent them. There will be time to talk in full sentences to my wife. There may not be a lot of time before my children stop thinking I'm worthy of their attention.  So I'm going to hang on to this as long as I can. 

Can anyone out there relate?