Mom: You Need To Make Up Your Mind!

My mother is STILL being a giant pain in the butt!

Let me catch y'all up.

She has been running herself ragged for the past week or so preparing for guests that are coming over in the morning which I can understand. She wants to make the house look more homey and to decorate and clean for company. Yesterday, she had me organizing my room. She had me go through my closet and drawers to get rid of clothes I will NEVER wear again. So I did.

This is where the rant comes in...

She went through my trash bag of clothes I wanted to get rid of and took out summer tops, winter pajamas and jackets.

THE WHOLE POINT OF CLEANING MY CLOSET OUT WAS TO MAKE MORE SPACE AND TO THROW AWAY CLOTHES THAT I NEVER WEAR SO THEY DON'T WASTE SPACE!!

But yet, she still managed to drag that crap back in, claiming that one of the winter pajamas I threw away was "brand new" and that she bought them for me for Christmas last year. The pajama set that I threw away WASN'T the one she bought me for Christmas.

She also claimed that I'd need a fancy jacket just in case we go out (which hardly ever happens period, let alone at a fancy restaurant). I do NOT plan on wearing that jacket.

The summer tops? I have enough of those and I'm certainly not gonna wear the ones I threw away. HENCE, WHY I THREW THEM AWAY IN THE FIRST PLACE!

She expects me to hang those back up (to take back the space I wanted to get rid of) and to put my pajamas back in their drawer (where I already put a thick blanket in) tomorrow morning before she comes back from the airport with my dad, sister and brother-in-law.

I DON'T WANT TO!

You tell me to make room, to get rid of shit. I do just that only to have her force me to keep some of the crap that would just stay in the closet and never be worn again.

UGH! LIKE, WHY DID SHE EVEN ASK ME TO THROW MY CRAP AWAY?!

IT'S FRUSTRATING AS HELL THAT SHE MAKING ME HOARD SHIT I'M NOT GONNA WEAR.

Ugh!

I know this is silly to rant about, but I just wanted to get this off my chest before I explode.

Question: don't you have moments when you think your mom is a giant pain in your ass?