It's an inhospitable truth

So I think I've come to the realisation that despite appearences, my mother is not a hospitable as she makes out to be.
A friend of mine has come down from Japan and is staying with Rob's family for the month which is all good. But Tuesday night no one will be home in the Rob household so Rob's mum asked if it was okay if he stayed the night at mine, so I asked my mum.
*dread falls over her face like a wet blanked*
"What?! Where is he going to sleep? Why can't he just stay there home alone?"

Well A) he can sleep in my bed and I'll be on the floor, B) They have an alarm system and 3 pit bull terriers and you know what it's just common decency. The guy speaks very little english so it's not gonna be easy for him.

Then she says "Well yeah it's fine...but this isn't going to be a regular thing"

a regular thing?
Well dearest mother of mine. The last time we had a guest over for the night was more than a year ago. And generally my parents don't have people over that much. It's mainly my brother's girlfriend.
then I have them telling me sometimes "Well why don't you just have your friends over more often?"
LOL I'll tell you why - because it's awkward and SUCH an effort when there is SUCH resistance from the owners of the house.
THAT is why I'm not in the house most of the time.

NOW presumably I have wrecked mother's day. Because NOTHING could be worse than having to open your doors to someone for more than a few hours. Oh CURSES! It's JUST SO HARD!
Like God forbid I mention the number of times I have been graced by the good hospitality of friends and families who dont even know me that well. It also doesn't help that in my mind as much as I'd like to return the gesture - my mum would be so awkward about it that it'd be an ordeal.
I really don't know how it causes her any personal loss.
But then she kind of doesn't relax when guests are around, she's all like "OH YES of course I wear these clothes while I'm apparently relaxing and watching TV and yes my make up and hair is this good."
It's kind of funny, but on the main part I really feel sorry for her, that she works herself up into such a lather of things.

I'm the one giving up my bed, and I hardly care about doing that. Like it's one night out of countless spent in this house.
I really don't understand it, but then maybe I'm just selfish.
Maybe she is making some great personal sacrifice.
*shrugs*
Fucked if I know.