The road to Hell is truly paved with good intentions. My friend wanted to come over to my place to play video games. Naturally, such a thing was no big deal and it wouldn't really take all day anyway. But then mom just has to get a nervous breakdown over how messy the house was and how it could possibly create a bad impression, thus figuring that tidying my room was a good solution. Apparently, people coming over to play video games are also there to inspect the house and gossip over how messy it is when they get home.
Anyway, that's not really the worst thing. I'd be happy if mom would just actually make the room look tidier. What really happened was that my room looked every bit as untidy as it did before she started on it...and I wound up finding lots of my items displaced. And given that she's effectively been through my stuff, I expect she would give me all sorts of queries about why I have this and that. Just wonderful. Sometimes I wonder whether this sort of sortie was not some form of casus belli so she can spot-check on what I have and fuss over why I have this new mouse or a new bottle of vitamin pills.
Naturally, I expect to find (or really be unable to find) various items over the next couple of days. Mom has an intrinsic right to search my stuff like some government lackey, and if she misplaces some of my stuff, it's really a factor of my natural messiness. If I misplace her stuff, I'm just another horrible person.
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