I'm glad you're getting things to your (& your mom's) level of satisfaction. You are so tenacious once you set your sights on something--a trait I hugely admire in my Anika buddy-bud.

In my family the judgmentalist was my dad. His health prevented him from flying or driving at altitude, so when I moved out to the western US he could no longer visit me. While he still visited, though, my mom would short-circuit his crazy-making visits by presenting him with white gloves when he first entered my place, starting a kitchen timer, and saying, "Okay, Herr General, 15 minutes for your inspection and comments, then this visit commences!"

He didn't think it was in the least bit funny, but she cracked me up every time. I was so grateful to her I didn't care what he said.