I thought I didn't have a lot of pet peeves until I saw this picture. I realized I have tons of them and most of them don't have a thing to do with me, because I am so perfect you know. I detest an unmade bed. I loathe open dresser drawers (even worse with clothes tumbling out). I hate dirty clothes on the floor. And all the tiny toys (i.e. Legos) dumped in massive piles makes my forehead veins bulge out and pulsate. See how easily irritated I am? I need to take some major chill pills.
I know my room probably looked like this at some point in my growing up days but thankfully I don't remember it. I do however remember cleaning my room regularly, my mom cleaning it when I wasn't looking (throwing away my "stuff"), and being given a trash bag and told to "fill it up." I learned not to say "I'm bored" because my mom would tell me to go clean my room, and she meant it. I had to go get busy. I guess those lessons and lectures stayed with me. I have a lot of work to do with my own kids. Their rooms look like this a lot. A whole lot.