Just when you sleep through the night for two nights in a row

Your child wakes-up at 2:30 and that's it, you're up. So, you head downstairs to the couch to watch the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air  and try to let the laugh track lull you back to sleep, but it's hard because it's the one where Will falls in love with a rock star and misses his own surprise party and then you hear the soft hesitant padding of feetie pajamas on the steps and ta-da: it's said child. He still can't sleep, so he clambers over you and gets under the blanket and tells you about his bad dream and then decides you're taking up too much of the couch, so you end-up lying precariously on the edge while he sprawls his little body all over the couch, hogs the pillow, and flings his legs over you. And eventually the two of you fall asleep in this position, which is actually rather sweet, because how many years do you have before your son is too old and too big to snuggle up with his mommy and trust her that she will not let the bad dreams in? So, even though you're exhausted, it's nice to wake-up with his knees in your stomach and his arm flung across your face. Because he's your baby.