A good night's sleep.
Seriously. Those have been few and far between lately. Between my growing belly, my shrinking bladder, and an injured shoulder on my right side, I have not been able to get comfortable at night lately. I'm fine sleeping on my left side...for a while. But then, I need to turn. And there's nowhere to go. And it stinks.
Then there's my boys. Penn rarely has ever slept through the night and usually comes in our room at least once only to be sent back to his room. This usually wakes Jude up who is not so easily directed back to he bed, so he ends up snuggling with us for a while, which brings Penn back in the room because "that's not fair," and so forth. We sleep in a queen bed (although we REALLY REALLY want a king asap) and the problem is clear as to why four-across is not comfortable. Add into the mix that Jude INSISTS on sleeping on my right arm (hence the shoulder injury...thanks, kiddo), and I usually wake up into one grumpy mama!
But last night...I slept. No one woke me up in the middle of the night, my shoulder did not feel as if it was on fire when I laid on it, and I didn't have to go to the bathroom not even once! Heaven for this tired gal! I realize that tonight maybe just the opposite, but I am so thankful for one night of peaceful slumber...and these days, you can't top that!