I'm trying to calm down because my mother has been in my house and wanted to help clean, and I'm all shaky and generally out of sorts because she was cleaning it a different way than I do and now I have to clean it again to make it right. I am not an obsessive cleaner. Stuff can be dusty! I don't vacuum everyday. I'm not really neat (I like things in order but sometimes stuff defeats me. Hence the spare bedroom, or 'that shitheap of junk' as it's otherwise known.) But my mum came and used a wet spray cleaner with my elecrostatic dusters (negating all electrostatic properties) and now things are dust-smeary and wrong. I'm trying not to cry about this because that would be stupid but I have to wash my cloth to get it working properly and the thought of sitting while my rooms are all cleaned improperly while my cloths wash and dry is making me crazy. And I asked her not to clean the glass with the wrong cloth (there is a specific glass cleaning cloth, which is also chemical free) and she went all huffy and quiet on me, and said she would just go home - which is a good thing for me, because I was working myself up into quiet frothing. But it's one of the reasons I never tell her if something's going wrong with me, or the house, because it's always her fault and then I have to spend hours or days (or weeks, if it's a bad self-pity fit) stroking her ego and telling her of course it's not her fault, sorry, and devoting hours to being a more selfless child. She is always so damn disappointed that I'm not a good little clone and have differing opinions and needs, and when she's disappointed she stops eating and speaking until reparations are made. I think I it off this time by thaning her profusely for helping clean up and coming down and should I carry her bags for her, but I'm not convinced. There was a definite edge when she said that she would speak to me later. God I feel like such a terrible person all the time. How ungrateful am I. How stupid. Urgh.