Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Maria stuffs assorted items off her bedroom floor into a bulging wardrobe, just stopping long enough to shove her handbag strap inside and slam the door. Visits from her mother need to be planned with military precision as every nook and cranny will be probed and prodded.
“Oh sweet Jesus” she moans surveying the carnage that is her kitchen. Two days worth of dishes litter every surface and the now empty Vodka bottle teeters precariously on the counter edge. Wishing she had retired to bed earlier the night before Maria begins de-cluttering as all domestic goddesses do. Throwing everything to hand into a black plastic bin liner to be washed later, Purdy her spoilt moggy gives a startled screech before darting for freedom through the nearby door just before she is confined to eternal darkness.
Maria pauses in the living room just long enough to rub a mark off the coffee table with her wet thumb. As this did not appear to work she tastefully places a magazine over the stain before moving a now visibly peeved Purdy onto her radiator bed.
“I know just how you feel Honeypie” Maria cajoles, “I hate her visits too”.
The doorbell chimes announcing her mothers’ arrival and after checking the room one last time Maria opens the door.
“Hello mum, how are you?” she asks cheerily.
“Fine dear” Lucia replies not waiting for further invitation before stepping inside. She stares with distain at the cat who glowers back with mutual hatred. Lucia inspects the room with a sweeping glance and Maria is convinced she is disappointed not to find anything out of place.
“You know dear those tree branches needs trimmed, it is quite unsightly” mother continues. Maria smiles sweetly knowing that it is going to be one of those days.