Is it just me? The dirty dishes and laundry conspiracy.

I think there's some kind of dirty dishes and laundry conspiracy to keep me from leaving the kitchen. It seems that every time I think "good, I'm done", there's another bunch of dirty pants and little dresses, and after I take care of those, I turn around to find a dozen of glasses next to my dear hubby's computer (I think his religion forbids him to pick them up and take them to the kitchen sink, and forget about washing them).

What's going on? We are only four in the house, two lovely children, my husband and myself. Are we doing laundry for the neighbors?

Are aliens abducting laundry from other houses and throwing it on my hamper?

Maybe I forgot to pay the bill at the restaurant and now I'm forced to do their dishes.

I don't know. But I think my choice today is to leave it all as it is, put the detergent down, and just make myself a cup of coffee (which I'll have to wash later on), grab my brushes and paint something nice.

What do you think? Is it just me, or did this ever happened to you before?