She had a 1/2 hour clean on her room. She decided to deep clean, then got overwhelmed, hateful and we had a bit of a room argument.
Y'all, it wasn't pretty.
My heart was broken as I saw things of true sentimental value just chucked into piles. Necklaces that got tangled into knots. Piles and piles and piles of papers jammed into desk drawers that needed to go away. I went in with a garbage bag and was rather ruthless. K was not pleased.
For a long time, I threatened to take her to the Social Security Office (AKA The Name Society to her) and change her name to Hester Pester. Pig A. Wiggle works just as fine. Just think of the wedding invitations. She'll have some explaining to do.