I was having a bad time getting The Boy to sleep. He was not co-operating at all, and Pete was at rehearsal. It was all up to me.
I brought him out into the living room, telling him that I did not know what to do for him, while he sat and cried.
We sat down on the couch, and he nursed. I watched "Darwin's Darkest Hour" on PBS.
Just in time to see the death of his young daughter and the death of his little baby.
There's nothing wrong in this house.
And The Boy is asleep.