I was up a good part of the night with Chloe last night so this morning he let me stay in bed and got up with the kids. At some point in the middle of a terrible dream where I was running around my chiropractor's office frantically looking for my skirt that somehow disappeared (there are a lot more details, but I'll spare you) . . . anyways . . I heard a far off voice that ended up being Joey's asking me if I wanted pancakes. My first thought was, "Are you kidding me? I'm sleeping!" But thankfully I opened my eyes before saying anything. He was standing there with a plate full of pancakes and a big glass of milk. I couldn't believe it! So I ate breakfast in bed. Can't remember the last time I did that. Halfway through he came back up with the milk to make sure I had enough. When I was done he took my plate and let me sleep for another hour. Next thing I know it's 11:00 and he is waking me to tell me he has to get ready for work. That was my kind of morning. Thanks, babuh!