/cgl/ - Cosplay & EGL

I'll precede this by saying that my mom has a cleaning OCD along with many irrational phobias.

>move back home because my landlord is a nutjob
>won't be able to move back out until I get another student loan
>stepdad is fine but mom acts indignant because I'll surely make 'messes'
>they're trying to sell the house too so she feels extra justified to keep the house clean
>you know, for those random people who may at any time visit our house (not)
>she uses the one monthly open house as an excuse to be extra anal about cleaning
>I was only allowed to bring a handful of clothes back into the house along with some makeup/heat tools (she still considers this 'very messy')
>all the rest of my stuff is boxed in the garage

Since she has a cleaning/organizing OCD my mom went through all of my boxes in the garage and reorganized them. She thought my plastic bins I kept my clothes in were clearly a sign of how incapable I was, so she reorganized all of my bins and put half of my stuff in space bags.
She did all this strategically while I was at work so I wouldn't overlook what she was doing, so naturally I have little clue of where anything is.

>be today, getting ready for lolita meetup
>have everything except for wigs
>real hair is shitty so the wigs are essential
>thought it would be an easy find out in the garage
>nope.jpg
>ask my mom casually where she put my wigs
>since, you know, she last touched them from my bins
>she tells me no and gives me some touchy attitude about how I should know where my stuff is
>I'm starting to get frustrated so I go out to the garage to search
>I have about 4 bins and eight space bags
>suddenly she comes out and starts getting huffy
>"UGH you have so much shit anon, no wonder you can't find anything! It's so messy!"
>"...my entire life is packed out in this garage and you won't let me take anything inside so..."
>"OH, so now it's MY fault eh anon?!"
>she groans and moans some more while 'helping' me search
(con't)