Wish I could just highlight the things you've all listed - lol.
I have a severely sharp sense of smell, so I'm very sensitive to anything extreme, whether it's sweet smelling perfume or something very very bad. I hate Yankee Candle candles for this reason - too intense. I prefer subtle. And I will leave a bathroom even if I'm about to pee my pants if it smells bad. Especially public restrooms like the ones in my office building. I have to line the seats, hover, and go through chemical cleansing when I come out. I swear, ew.
My dishwasher has to be loaded a certain way. I will rearrange items in the dishwasher if they are in 'wrong', in particular after H has loaded the dishwasher. Also like that about hand washing pots and pans - there is a certain way to do them and if H does them, I re-do them later when he can't see (in all fairness to ME, H only washes the insides of things, never the outsides. So, he may wash a pot on the inside and leave all the sauce drippings on the outside, gross). Haha -
Making the bed - I can't leave the house without the bed being made. It's the first thing I do in the morning before anything else. And then the kitchen needs to be tidied as well so when I get home, it's ready for use. I hate coming home to a sink with anything in it!
Showering. No matter how late or how tired I am, I have to shower every single night. I have to shave my legs every single night. No matter what. We went to a show last night and got home quite late; I had to shower and finally got to bed at 3AM as a result. H woke up and just looked at me like I was a martian - "Why are still up?" he asked. "I had to shower" I said. He just grunted and rolled over.
H will sometimes be in bed already when I come into the room and start chuckling. "What?" I ask. "You and your little routine every night - puttering around." What he means is that before my shower, I set the heater on my blanket, then I do my shower thing, then I go to the kitchen, get my GIANT 24 oz cup of H2O, take my vitamins and supplements. Then on the way to the bedroom, I hit the bathroom one last time (all that H2O). Then I come to bed, lotion up my hands and feet (I am also a NUT about lotions!), put on my socks, get the puppy up on her little bed, grab my glasses and book, take my asthma medications (all the while trying to be quiet because it's usually around midnight), and then I tuck myself into bed, bunch up my pillows and settle in to read for a bit - I usually last about 30 minutes. I could do this routine blindfolded and H could tell you exactly what I'm doing when I'm doing it.
The towels must be folded a certain way, same reason, the creases. Also, so they fit in the linen closet. I also have to refold them if anyone else folds them first because they just make giant squares - ugh!
I have to read the newspaper in a certain order. It's gotten so bad that I don't even read it until everyone else is done with it so I can put it all in the order in which *I* think it should be read in!
I hate listening to H breathe at night. He lies on his stomach and sounds like Darth Vader. I sometimes will nudge him and say, "okay Darth, roll over" -he doesn't like when I do that. But mostly, it's his twitching that sends me over the edge. I've often slept in difficult child/easy child's bed or the couch. I love my bed and this it the reason we have a termpurpedic cali king sized bed!
I cannot sit at the Sunday breakfast table with H after he's eaten anything, because he makes the most grotesque noises with his mouth...O.M.G. And anyone chewing anything, especially gum, behind me at the movies, grocery checkout line, in the car, whatever, drives me over the edge. I hate the way people chew gum. I can just picture it rolling around in their mouths mixing with their saliva and just, ICK. I have on many occasions rolled down the windows in the car and made one of my kids or their friends or H spit out their gum. Yes, I would be that teacher in school who would not allow gum chewing in class for sure!
I hate the way difficult child smells. Because she doesn't brush her teeth or shower regularly and smokes to boot, she often has this strange odor and it permeates her clothing as well. It's not BO or sweaty - it's like a wierd sickeningly sweet smell, but like I said, I have an incredibly sensitive nose.
Well, there is more, but I dont' want you to think I'm totally and completely nuts and this certainly leaves no doubt as to where my daughters got all their little quirks, does it? Hahah. Thanks Totoro.
I am obsessed with yodels, honeybell oranges, water, vacuuming (basically anything having to do with the floors), reading, and playing BeJeweled. I freakin love that game and cannot get enough.