For all the connoisseurs of exotic emotional blends out there, let me recommend this perfect balance of annoyance, compassion, disgust and elation:

Simply have a kid wake you from an intriguing dream at one o'clock in the morning to throw up in your face, then abruptly realize that you no longer have to leave the house and take them to school in six and a half hours and, once you clean up the puke and soothe everyone back to sleep, you now have a nice, leisurely morning to look forward to