I don't know what it is, or why it happens...but it seems like every time I turn around my room is a mess, and there are four loads of laundry that need to be washed.

Does this happen to anybody else? Like a constant battle against the laundry basket, sitting there taunting you. "Wash me!" Where do all of these clothes come from, I certainly don't think I've worn them? Maybe unexplained fairies come in at night, while I'm dreaming sweetly, that pull clothes from my closet and dirty them; throwing them on the floor in a giant pile?
Yup, that's it. Darn fairies.