That's different, Michelle. My mother went through our stuff while we were there and made the decisions regardless of what we had to say about it. Dictatorial. Things that were not forgotten, things that were simply, to her, not negotiable. It was a wretched exercise whenever she decided to perform it. She also refused to listen to our requests that she not smoke cigarettes in our bedrooms. "It's my house," was her answer. She was a very smart, talented, and in general good mom, but there were some things that simply made no sense as far as good parenting.