The Night Of A Drunk Man's Wife

Another beer, another night. I pray that each beer is the last, but the fates are against me.
I hear the rumble and clatter of various items from our life as you stumble around blindly knocking evrything down.
I cringe when i hear the thud, thud, thud of flesh meeting the walls and doors.
i hear you calling me as you make your way to the bathroom. I shudder to think about all the ways you could get hurt in there.
i open the door and realize that a shower is needed.
As i bathe you your eyes begin to close.
As I struggle to get you out and dried, you want to fight against me.
I would leave you there if it was any other room in the house.
I keep trying to get you up. Finally you get up and i dry you off and dress you as best as i can as you weaave back and forth.
i get you to bed. i beg and beg for you to just lie down. 
I know if I can get you to lie down, your chances of going to sleep increase for every moment that you lie there
I pray for the sandman to pay you a visit quickly this night.
My prayers go unanswered. Yep, theres the loud music. My god will it ever end.
Im not a nurse, nor a therapist. I'm just me, wanting to be a good wife and mother.
I'm afraid I have failed on all accounts.
Please sandman, could you bring me some of your sleeping magic. Make me sleep till the nightmare is gone. Then just let me sleep for the rest of all eternity.