I am a people watcher. I love sitting in a public place and observing others. One of my favorite things is how people protect their personal space.
For instance, in an elevator everyone stands
equidistant from each other:
Sometimes I like to mess with the elevator people a bit by shifting my position
ever so slightly as to create
imbalance and watch the subconscious
chaos ensue.
Obviously
karma has been watching and taken action to balance the world, because my off-spring have an entirely different take on the elevator scene.
Let me state right now that I don’t let my children ride elevators by themselves so this is purely hypothetical:
I have noticed this phenomenon at home.
Where ever I am the room is completely
imbalanced.
Where ever I walk it is
crowded.
Where ever I pee it is
accompanied.
What a huge
waste of square footage.
I am selling the house and moving into the minivan.
At least there they are strapped in an equidistant formation.
You crack me up, both with how you entertain yourself in elevators, and how you describe the phenomena of children/mother space ratio.
I always swear that my children want to get back inside of my warm and cozy belly.
Too true. Too true. Until your sweet six year old turns into a sullen seven year old and from across the room he and the chip on his shoulder helps to balance out the room again. Not that I know this from personal experience, mind you.
My kids used to sit on my lap while I peed. No privacy anywhere ever.
LOL– Loved this! However did you get a drawing on here! I people watch too and have thought to do that very thing!!
You mean they aren’t supposed to be superglued to my hips? I’m seriously going to have to look into that more.
HA HA HA!!!!!
that is all.
Where do you go when you’ve used up all the space in your tiny apt? you start storing stuff in your car. whenever we open the trunk there’s a 24 pack of charmin staring us in the face and all our extra luggage. When you have to refill the toilet paper and that means walking all the way down to your car in the cold at 4am…and popping the trunk…that’s a pretty good life
Wait until their teenagers–they’ll give you PLENTY of space!
For me, it’s the animals. The kids like to play elsewhere, but one day I will sustain serious injury from tripping over an animal that lives here.
Too many video games? I don’t know, but it makes for a spectacular picture! SOOOOO cute!
And what a nice wish, that our Mondays could be like being in the back of a Chevrolet. Actually I don’t think I was ever in the back of a Chevrolet. WAIT, maybe Boyfriend #1. Anyway, I’m going to keep that wish for Wednesday, which is when I finally got to this. I hate Wednesdays. This will give me something to daydream about on the next dreaded Wednesday.