Cleaning for the police

I was in the shower when Gary came in to tell me that his car was missing. I finished up while he took Colter to school in my car, then I walked around the property to make sure some joy rider hadn't returned it to the wrong spot. But it was gone. I called the property manager (we live in an apartment complex), and the police. And then, I started cleaning. It wasn't that I wanted to gain control over a chaotic situation. I just didn't want the cop who came to think I was a slob. My mother would be so proud :)