All I need to do is to turn my head to the right and I will see my 3 gorgeous boys. All of them are in la-la-land, dreaming the night away.

Even without seeing them, I can hear the crescendo of snores from all 3 of them. No wonder, I am still awake at this time of the night.

This is the time which I enjoy the most. I can stare at all of them, with a little smile on my face, without freaking any of them out. I can quietly study their faces, laugh at their sleeping positions (my son's tush is up in the air again!) and wonder at the beautiful boys who are all sharing my bed.

And after all these, I will turn my computer off and try to find a few free inches on the bed where I can lie down. And in my little space, I will try to fend off stray arms and feet which seem to always be aiming for my boobs or my face.

It's truly a wonder that I have yet to wake up on the floor or, worse, with a bruise from that stray body part.

One day - when my husband and I are strong enough to let the boys go and sleep in their own rooms (yup, we are way too attached to our kids) - I will be able to sleep on our bed with my back flat and my arms stretched out.

Until then, I will just sleep in my little corner, cramped but content.