I'm a control-freak. I like things a certain way. I'm one of those weirdos who would rather do something myself than have someone else do it their way. Not always the best characteristic to have as a writer, when so much is out of your hands. However, it's the simple things that drive me crazy -- like how the towels are folded and stacked in the cupboard, if the pillows are facing the right way, or whether the kitchen cabinet doors are shut all the way. I literally drive my family nuts. I feel sorry for them at times -- poor, misguided souls. Now get over it and shut the darn cabinet all the way!
This picture is of Neil's bed. He's a little guy, so there is usually enough room for him to sleep there too. A few weeks ago his bed was all messed up, so I tore it apart and remade it. It was getting late though, so I told him I'd leave the stuffed animals on the floor until morning. Nope. That wasn't going to happen! So, I start complaining and Nathan decides to help him to make the job go faster. Nope. He wasn't doing it right. Neil goes on to explain to his brother how you have to put all the animals into groups. "The tigers go here. The leopards go over there. All the kitties go right here."
Honestly, I don't know where he gets it.