Please don't touch my s**t!

Where oh where do I begin. I am very particular about how things are in my room, my clothes are all color coordinated and all of my shoes are in clear plastic boxes organized by style and what I wear most often. Well now that I have broken down my OCD to you let me explain how I almost lost my s**t the first week I moved home. After about 6 hours of unpacking boxes and organizing my room how I like it, because yes, it is MY room, mom came in and sat on the bed and we were talking.. She noticed that one set of shoe boxes were on one side of the room and the other set on the other side, that's when she asked why I had set it up the way I did. I explained that I put my heels with my Jordans (that's a kind of sneaker for those of you who don't know) because those are the shoes I wear most often and on the other side I put the sneakers that I collect but don't wear. After listening to her go on and on about how I should put all the sneakers together because they are the same I told her to leave my room politely. Little did I know I was going to come home the next day and almost kill her and have a panic attack at the same f*****g time! When I got home from a long day at work, I walked in my room to find that my shoes were no longer in the same spot I had left them in that morning, instead yes, as you probably have already guessed the sneakers were all together and the heels were all together. I just about lost my mind and when I came out in the living room like the exorcist with my head spinning she calmly says "I was only trying to help". Hmmm "Only trying to help? Only trying to help? I told you there was a certain way I liked my things and you changed it all around anyway because you didn't like it. It's not even your F***ING room!!" Now that my head had finally exploded I walked out of the room as calmly as I could (which we all know is not calm at all) saying "Just do me a favor and please don't touch my s**t anymore." I know that it is her house and I need to respect that but do me a favor and respect my room, especially after I have already told you why I do things a certain way! Damn woman don't you listen!