Why Did I Do This?

I recently found myself sneaking into my teenager's room after midnight to hide some of their clothes in the attic. It was a ridiculous overreaction to them staying out late again, but as I stood there with half of their wardrobe stuffed in trash bags, I couldn't help but feel strangely satisfied. Was it really because I wanted them home earlier? Or did I just need a reminder that I'm still the one making decisions around here?