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.
I also cannot spell. I meant to say JOy not koy. See it is all the oxygen deprivation of being encased by children all the time…run do not walk to the minivan.
The koy of being mom. You never ever get to have breathing room. Too funny and the diagrams made it better. So my life…. LOL
I say to round them all up and just send ’em over to Bianca’s.
I mean, that’s what I would do.
Wow. I am SO glad I read this before Peanut reached Cheerio age! But tell me Texas Holly, what do I give instead?! 😉 Hee hee…loved this post.
omg….I found this through Jennifer from Playgroups! I have to say I think I peed a little while reading! And I totally understand. We too could live in our minivan.
Thanks for the laugh!
So true!!! It is such a waste of space, I never thought of it that way before!
FANTASTIC!!! Come to think of it, there’s a heck of a lot of wasted space in my home, too. hmmm
OMG! 52 comments! You sure hit a nerve. IT IS SO TRUE. I call it “mommy magnetic force.” You never studied it in Physics class, but it’s an undebatable truth. Until the kids turn 13. And then you actually repel them.
I think that if you wanted, you would make a good UFO-ologist. You have the mind and imagination for it. (And you should take this as a compliment, Holly. I don’t believe that I’ve ever seen that potential in anyone else.)
My daughter was about 12 and we sent her to a multi-day seminar. One of her homework assignments one evening was to step into an elevator and face everyone while saying, “I suppose you all are wondering why I called you here.”
I have tried this a couple of times since. I don’t know about karmic imbalance, but I have gotten bemused looks.