Ha! I'm pretty sure my mom is trying to passive-aggressively torture me by leaving "tasks" "unfinished." What she has never understood, despite me telling her often, is that I just don't see a problem there. I will just walk around the open dishwasher door and only notice it the way I notice an open cupboard door. And if it bothers me, I'll close it. If enough dishes stack up, I'll load the dishwasher and/or wash them. Probably without any complaint. Her strategy only annoys her.
The bigger issue is that she's also trying to prevent me from being able to Art. (This part actually DOES annoy me.) Because I might get a spot of paint on the table. It's a mass-produced, easily cleaned, folding table. It's not an heirloom piece. (I would never be cavalier with Art Supplies around the tables my dad and uncle made. Or The Desk. SideNote to the SideNote: My dad and uncle had a successful furniture manufacturing business, thus we own many of their pieces. The Desk was custom made by a family friend. It's silk smooth and has never known the touch of sandpaper. It's probably worth more on the retail market then the house or any of the cars.) But *shrug* my mom's just like that. She's one of those people who thinks everything should always look like it's never been used. I'm one of those people who thinks things that are made to be used should be thus used. In about two months I'll have my own house. And will have my own rules again.