Reminds me of the time we had to clean out the garage. My mom asks me to come help. No problemo! So I head out to the garage with her and start picking things up and organizing. "No! That doesn't go there!" she says as I put garbage in the garbage bin.

"Okay, what should I do with it?"

"Gimme a sec to organize this over here." Minutes pass.

"So what should I be doing?"

"Hold this open." Mom gives me a garbage bag and insists I stand there, holding it open while she rummages through stuff.

"Do you want me to organize the shelves or something?

"No, just hold that."

20ish minutes pass. I'm doing the job of the garbage bin, which she insists it is important that I do this instead of literally anything else. I prop open to bag and just go inside to play Battlefield 1942. Like 30 minutes passes before she notices I'm not the thing holding the garbage bag open. She yells at me about something through the window. I pretend I don't hear her because I'm a teenage boy with Battlefield to play.

This was over 20 years ago, and I remember it because 1) My mom apparently thinks I'm a mindreader; 2) It was a pattern of behavior where "You didn't clean up right," leading to a well-known phenomenon where parents don't let their children make mistakes, so they never learn how to actually do the thing, causing them to develop problems as adults. Anxiety around chores, perfectionism and unrealistic expectations, hoarding, and so on.