The day I quit adulting

I have always told my family there will be a day I quit being the adult, that day is fast approaching.  My house is beyond disaster, it's somewhere between " there appears to have been a struggle" and "Geofferey the giraffe threw up".  My yard is the neighbor hood hangout, so the swords made of branches, the meteor rocks, and the arsenal of other random objects used in the battle against the zombies also reside in my yard.  The laundry baskets diligently hold clothes for multiple weeks until they get dumped out on he floor so they can be used for what they are intended for......escaped imaginary animal traps.   I have lost count of how many times I have washed that Star Wars shirt that has never been worn.  My comfy char is a coat rack, the love seat is a catch all and the dining room table...well I assume that is what is holding up the stack of junk mail.  So one of these days I will quit adulting and you can all catch me on episode of hoarders with my 25 cats, until then, I will keep washing that Stars Wars shirt!