Some nights are good, some nights are bad.
Some nights bedtime is rushed; teeth aren't brushed, prayers aren't said, the cuddles don't last, the songs aren't sung. We rush because we're tired. We rush because we want peace and quiet, because we don't want to miss the beginning of our favorite show, or, dare I say, we've had enough of parenthood for one day.
Tonight I'm going to say an extra prayer, give an extra hug, cuddle another minute, say I love you a few more times, and sing to his heart's desire. I'll never know, and never care what I'm missing.