Every night is filled with drama on repeat over and over. From breakfast to lunchtime to nap time (or not) to afternoon to mealtime to bath time to bedtime the cycle of tears turns once more and we, are lashed upon it, doomed to go again when (or often, well before) the sun rises in the east. I hope if we have another Bub that they will not be like the one we have now in his theatrics
