The woes of having a clean home

I speak with all due sarcasm, of course.

Forgot just how enjoyable not living in total chaos can be. The only "downside" is that, in order for the home to remain clean, I have to, y'know, clean it, even when I don't feel like it.

So now I have to do dishes. I didn't do them last night, and thus I shall not put them off one night more. The longer dishes stay in the sink, the longer they take to get done. Or something. I'm sure there's some sort of universal law that deals with dish washing.

I have eggs and bacon for tomorrow, and a clean frying pan in which to make it all happen. Several clean frying pans, in fact.

I have three cats sleeping on the table next to me. I may die of the cute before I even get to the dishes. Oh, Lord: a fourth cat has joined the slumber party. It's a conspiracy, I tell you.

I shall pet the cats, and then wash the dishes. Then I shall go lapse into a coma in my bed. Nine hours of sleep almost every night this week, and I'm still tired. Gah.