So, it's Tuedsay night, I am buried in laundry on the couch, 7 loads to be exact, happily (annoyed) folding away.  The kids are starving.  Nothing is ready for dinner, or even remotely in the works. I proclaim, "Sam, I have no plans for dinner and I am not moving from the couch until this is all folded.  The kids are starving."  Big belly laugh.  Silence.  Silence.  Silence. ....... "Let the trough be established.  Kids, dinner."  No kidding folks!  Three kinds of popcorn goodness, thanks to a friend at work.  Sounds like some good nutrition to me.  There are now three more loads of laundry on the couch.  Ugh!