My cleaning neuroses

My family always teases me for being a germ freak. It was pretty bad when I was in college and learning about all the nasty things that are passed around, but I feel I've relaxed some since I had children. Although my house is not spotless by any means, I'm still occasionally grossed out by our own slovenly habits.

Here are a few of my cleaning neuroses:

1. The back of the kitchen sink. To me, the whole kitchen can be spotless and shined, but if there's crud and water spots lurking on and behind the faucet or on the window sill, I'm totally grossed out. (My sink was full of dishes when I took this picture, so you get the idea of what I don't like).
   
2. The stove. I hate spills on the stove. I hate cleaning spills on the stove, I hate cooking when there are spills on the stove, I hate looking at spills on the stove. (This is actually my stove after Kraig made breakfast one morning. Eww.) In our first house we had zero counter space so our stove had to double as a work area. To combat the yucky spills, I invested in a set of these babies: I love them! If used properly (sometimes I have to remind Kraig to put them on) they avert yucky spills that later turn into burner flambé.
   
3. Laundry. I'm very particular about my laundry. I got it from my mother who used to hang all our clothes to dry in color order :) It's a good thing I have such a killer washer and dryer to make my life easier, otherwise my week would be consumed with laundry. Even though Kraig was the one who sold me my washer and dryer (and probably knows how to use it better than I do), I don't like it when he does laundry. I fear that something will get bleached that shouldn't be, or spun at too high of a speed, or dried in the dryer when the instructions say to 'lay flat.'
   
4. Dishes. I love a clean kitchen (see #1, although mine is hardly always clean--I'm married to a chef!). I love a full dishwasher and I love clean dishes. I have in my mind the correct way to load a dishwasher for maximum cleaning and sometimes catch myself reorganizing the racks after Kraig's done the dishes. It's a sickness really. This is the incorrect way to load the dishwasher: All the plates and bowls must be arranged according to size and facing the same direction. This is the what my ideal dishwasher load looks like: It's like there's order in the universe.
   
5. Don't even get me started on bathrooms. I live with three boys now so sometimes I just have to close my eyes (although I will give Kraig credit for being a fantastic bathroom cleaner when motivated to do it.)

What are some of your neuroses? What do you quietly check for when you go to a neighbor's house? The top of the fridge? The medicine cabinet? The toilet seat? Do tell!