I don't get my mom.

Here's the back story:
I come home to my room ransacked; both closets disheveled, my magazine cubby left opened, my forbidden wardrobes (more like junk wardrobes) left opened, three of my drawers opened up and the clothes are all unfolded, any drawstring bag of mine that has smaller bags in it are opened, my basket of shoes are dumped out onto the floor, and my pile of pillows, that I somehow manage to keep stacked, are knocked off of my second cubby bed and all over the floor.

I, in a blinding fit, changed out of my dress and recleaned MY ENTIRE ROOM LIKE I DID OVER BREAK (of course, taking a picture before so cuz Mama gonna get got in a nice way).

Even though she's at a lunch with a friend, I messaged her the pictures I took with the caption "Did you find it?" and she responded "No. I was trying to find an outfit before lunch. How do you live in that clutter?"

I nearly threw my phone.

Since I cleaned out my closet, I found a pair of her khaki skinny jeans, and I gave her a pink sweater with a small black swirl going around the collar, so I went "Since she's asleep, I'll set them on my desk so I can give them to her."

On my desk. Sitting right on my fUCKING DESK WERE THE SWEATER AND THE JEANS WITH A PIECE OF PAPER SAYING "Mom's"!!! SHE HAD TO WASTE TIME AND ENERGY AND PANIC, RANSACKING MY ROOM FOR A GOD DAMN OUTFIT, BUT SHE COULDN'T FUCKING BOTHER LOOKING ON MY DESK!!!