I'm not usually like this

I am sitting on my couch, catching up on Facebook (who am I kidding, "catching up" -- like I don't check it multiple times a day) and trying to come up with something amusing to blog about. But I realize, it's exactly what I am doing that should be the topic.

Dig if you will the picture: Every light in the house is blazing (hi Josh, yep, that would be the electric meter tick-tick-ticking onward and upward), I am surrounded by six loads of laundry (four folded, but spread out on the floor, and two unfolded in a heap on the chair).

I am drinking a Coors Light (yes, I am drinking alone, what are you going to do about it? It's for the milk supply.) (It always comes back to the boobs on this blog, doesn't it?) And there's an empty plate in front of me, remnants of fish nuggets, mashed potatoes and a spinach salad. Healthy Eating 2008.

The sink is full of dishes that should have been loaded into the dishwasher hours ago, I can see Cheerios on the floor under the high chair and there are approximately six pairs of shoes taking up residence near the front door.

But the kids are in bed, there's playoff baseball on the flat screen and a piece of chocolate cake is calling my name from the fridge. Perhaps less time online and more time in the domesticity field would serve me well.