Clean up inspired by looming arrival of Parents visiting. -- Anon Guest
It took two weeks for Amber's first place away from home to become a fucking dump. And the following three weeks only made it worse. It was easier to buy new things than it was to look for the old ones. The paths most trodden were the only places where the floor was visible. It was waist high, it was smelly, and it needed to be gone inside five hours.
Because Amber's parents were coming over and if they thought for an instant that she couldn't take care of herself, then they would revert her to child status and start micromanaging her days again. One or the other would come and move in and make certain that she had packed snacks in Rainbow The Pony merchandise despite the fact that she'd been over Rainbow The Pony since she was five. Two decades ago.
So she enlisted the help of her housemates, stole a gigantic bin from the local supermarket, and chucked everything that was rubbish out of the windows in a flurry of activity that the house hadn't seen since Amber moved in with her friends. Stacking up books, piling up useful items in relevant stacks, getting everyone to take turns with the washing up. And, in general, panicking because Amber's Mum and their assorted parents all knew each other and retribution was not just forthcoming, but taking all the winning places.