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I don’t care if I spilled cereal on the floor, my socks have to be in perfect rows.

My room looks like a war zone, but my shoes are alphabetized.

I eat pizza with my hands, but I spend 10 minutes arranging my napkins.

I dropped my keys in the toilet, but I had to clean the toilet before I could find them.

I ate soup out of a bowl and then cried because it wasn’t washed properly.

I threw a tantrum because my laundry pile was out of order.

I didn’t brush my teeth, but I had to clean my toothbrush before bed.

I threw a fit because my trash can was full on a Tuesday.

I spilled soda on my shirt, but I still had to fold it like it was a wedding dress.

I ate a whole sandwich, but I had to clean my plate like it was a church floor.

I didn’t wash my hands, but I screamed about the germs on my socks.

I left a trail of crumbs, but I still had to line them up like soldiers.

I dropped my phone in the toilet, but I had to clean it before I could use it.

I ate a pizza with my hands, but I had to wash my hands like I was in a beauty pageant.

I spilled coffee everywhere, but I still had to arrange my cups like they were trophies.

I threw a fit because my cereal was in the wrong bowl.

I ate a sandwich and then screamed about the crumbs.

I spilled soda on my shirt and still had to fold it like it was a shirt for royalty.