"Someone has to provide for this life of luxury." That's one of Yosh's favorite sayings. It doesn't matter if I'm out of town visiting family. Or at the beach ALONE chasing three rugrats and trying desperately to keep them alive and well. Or at Disneyland ALONE with three kids, possibly holding two and trying to calm the third. Whenever we say, "We wish you were here with us," his standard reply comes out again, "Well someone has to provide for this life of luxury." A always quickly challenge his definition of luxury. (I'd love to send him to Disneyland solo with the chitlins and then BEG him to call it luxurious.) But he stands his ground and I surrender. Never really considered myself to be on his side of the fence. Until the other morning.

Dallin B comes into my room barely awake, rubbing his eyes. "Mom," he whines, "I need breakfast in bed." "What?" I'm shocked. Where in the world has he come up with this? "I need breakfast in bed," he says. I laugh out loud. "Dallin B, how do you know about breakfast in bed?" I mean, Yosh has brought me breakfast in bed a time or two. Possibly Mother's Day or something. Possibly. (Oh no, is this also the life of luxury he's talking about?!!) I feel like I have no choice. Except to bring the boy breakfast in bed. I go downstairs, slaving away to prepare some instant oatmeal with berries- as requested.

I deliver breakfast to a little boy relaxing on my bed. I transfer the platter to his outstretched hands. He simultaneously asks, "Mom, why aren't you still in bed?" And I have no response that seems plausible...except, "Someone has to provide for this life of luxury."