Your child has finally unlatched after 45 minutes of breastfeeding in the night but then lays his heavy-ass head on your chest. Do you:
A. Try to stealthily move him off your body ninja-like at the risk of waking the sleeping giant who will scream and latch back on?
B. Say fuck it and Pinterest brownie recipes
or C. Agonize between whether you should do A or B until he wakes up and screams for milk anyway.
The answer is no matter what you do, you have a toddler. So you're fucked.