When I am asked who my best friend is, I never hesitate to say it is my mom. I can talk to her about anything, and we share many of the same interests. We like singing to the radio in the car, shopping and watching “House Hunters” marathons on HGTV.

However, growing up, the one thing we could never agree on was my ability to keep my room clean.

When I lived at home, my mom would come into my room about once a week, and a look of horror and disgust would quickly spread across her face.

Water bottles and cups were often cluttered on my desk, dirty laundry was wadded up on the floor, and clean clothes, now wrinkled, were strewn haphazardly on my unmade bed. And, of course, she would often find me reading a book or sleeping on top of it all.

Even though I am in college now, not much has changed. It is great living on my own — I can eat and drink in my room, shove things in my closet and never make my bed.

But as Moms Weekend approaches, I should probably tidy up a bit and maybe replace the dead plant she bought me that I was supposed to water every day. Oops.

With her impending arrival, I know that if I don’t clean the mess, she will try to do it for me. Last time she visited, she immediately dusted my furniture and washed all my dirty laundry. I have to admit that it made everything look nicer.

That’s how great my mom is. And even though I appreciate her helping me, I would rather spend the weekend doing things with her outside my stuffy dorm room.

So Mom, if you are reading this, I promise you that I will try my best to clean my room before Moms Weekend. I can’t guarantee that things won’t be shoved in my closet and under my bed, but, hey, maybe I will make my bed. I’ve got to start somewhere, right? You are my best friend and I can’t wait to spend the whole weekend with you!

P.S. Sorry about the plant.

Annabeth is a freshman in Media. She can be reached at [email protected].