Last night I was really tired.  I don't have any good reasons or explanations, I was just dragging.  We went to bed about 10:30 and I fell asleep straight away.  Clara woke up about midnight.  I heard her cry and tried to get up, it was just so difficult.  I swung my legs out of bed and sat on the edge for a few seconds with my eyes closed, giving all my effort just to get them to open.  As they finally began to open I saw Cathy walk past and go into the bathroom.  She turned on the water and prepped a bottle.  Without a word, she walked out of the bathroom with the bottle and went to feed Clara.  I turned back to my pillow and slept until the alarm went off at 5:15.  I awoke rested and ready, feeling good.

This little episode made me happy for two reasons. (1) Cathy felt good enough to get up in the night and take care of Clara. (2) I have an awesome wife who knew I was whooped and let me sleep.