Random Encounter With Clutter

So............ My mother comes to visit me over the weekend. I love and welcome her visits, but this particular visit brought some unfortunate and very unwelcomed stress. As she pulled in I immediately noticed boxes in the back of her big, shiny red truck. Oh-no... What did she bring me..... My childhood.... Now I have these big blue containers filled with crap. It's the kind of stuff that had it never been seen by my eyes I would have never missed it. And I swear that I had JUST rid my house of pointless clutter, and my husband seemed happier than ever....Now I have to hear him grump every hour about all the extra clutter! Man, I don't know where to put all the stuff. It's just there. Geeze, ma.... I love her, but aren't our parents supposed to keep our childhood stuff in their attics and basements??