Where Should I Stick It? Let me tell you where...haha.

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I went with my folks today to the Thrift store and then to the dollar store. I find this really cool baking pan with some fancy kinds of pastry shapes to it so I get it for $1.53. My mom sees it and immediately asks me as she always does when I buy useful things for me for the kitchen, "Where will you stick it?" Frustrated, I said to her well at least I don't have a statue sitting in the living room, or a globe, or a ... I could have went on and on and these were all things that have been sitting idle in this room for months now courtesy of my brother, the hoarder. They have no use whatsoever! I think he was supposed to have sold these but no one wants them, for one thing that statue he got is so darn ugly. Anyways I would put my pan with the other baking things I have upstairs (they have many other things there that they will never use) and it wouldn't be seen at all9 and yes I actually do use them all), unlike these other things piling up in the liv. room next to his "bed/couch" which she has to make and take up for him again in the mornings and in the evenings. Never any complaints about it all to him, never. He always gets off easy with anything he does around here. So I speak up and she then gets mad and says "Why do we go through this every time?" Meaning why do I keep bringing up my brother's things all over the place here when in fact she is always picking at me for my things that are way neater arranged and out of site to most if we have anyone over which is not that often. I said to her it's cause she's always picking at me, and then she shuts up, nothing else said about it. I think she knows she is in the wrong with this but doesn't admit it. She will only slightly get mad at my brother anyways when or if she does (rarely), he is such a mamma's boy. Do you know of any mama's boys like this? I think al of this hoarded stuff will be here for years before they get rid of it, my mom seems to think it's my problem. My stuff isn't as nearly as hoarded as theirs is. I could barely get through to the upstairs "kitchen" this morning with my brother's clothes rack in front of the doorway there. If only he would throw away half of the garbage (literally) he has in that "bedroom of his he could put so much of this stuff and stuff in the hallway in there and we wouldn't have to crawl around it or not be able to even clean these areas well. My dad has lung fibrosis for God's sakes. I started throwing out some of the plastic containers he always wants to save, they pile up quick,. There is no use saving anymore for next year til we get them later on. Why doesn't she see this other stuff of theirs and just sees what I have "around"?!? Scream.