I encourage everyone who's not afflicted with this nonsense to join me in a day of protest. Leave your wet towels on the floor. Play with matches. Run with scissors. Put your feet up on the coffee table (leave your shoes on for bonus points!) and drink a beer. Provided you can stand the mess yourself. Play your music way too loud at all hours of the night. What's the point of all this mother-henning if you can't enjoy defying it?