PP: Mom using slave labor to prepare for my sister's sleepover.
What the fuck. Why do I have to clean MY room? Are my sister's friends going to SLEEP in there? If so, that's just weird. If it was my 11th grade sister, it'd be cool. But no. It's my freshman sister. And all her freshman friends.
I like my room messy because I know where everything is. Duffel bag? Under the bed. Keys, phone, Carmex, wallet, and watch? On top of my extremely messy dresser. Shoes? Under my desk.
Then my mom fucks everything up my making me put it all where SHE wants it, and I forget where that is.
Mothers just don't understand how the teenage male mind works.
You're gonna miss that during college. I know I do.