Whatever Happened to? Wednesday’s: Personal Space
Jan 19, 2010 All Things Charli, Parenting, Ranteriffic, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays, bitch
Hello! Welcome to Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s!
This one will be short and sweet.
Whatever happened to personal space?!
For example:
Charli. I love the child to death. I really truly do. But she is the most magnetically touchy child I have ever encountered. And … well I am not that person. Don’t get me wrong. I love touching and loving and all of that like the rest of 95% of the world… but there is a time and a place for everything.
Not the time:
When I first wake up in the morning. Specifically, me waking up to a 35ish pound human latched on to me. And when I say latched, I mean laaaatttccchhheeed. Like legs intertwined. Like hand on my face. Or hair in my face. Me hanging off the bed due to her in my business and me attempting to get a little bit of personal motherfucking space.
Also NOT the time:
When I am peeing. She wants to know what I am doing. Why I am doing it. How I am doing it.
“Are you wiping now?”
“Are you peeing now?”
“Are you done peeing?”
“Is that your pee pee mommy?”
“Can I flush it?”
For the most part, I am okay with it. I mean, I respect her curiosity. But sometimes though?! I mean… can a bitch get a little bit of motherfucking personal space?!
Wanna know when ELSE it is not the time?!
When I am taking a shower. I am not interested in having a conversation with my 2 year old about my shower in step by step format. Nor do I feel like talking to her about my pee pee and my boobs for the duration of my 15 minute shower.
Dont tell me that I should lock the door either. Because she will stand there and yell at me through the door.
“MOMMY!”
“MOMMYWHATAREYOUDOING???!”
“MOMMY ARE YOU TAKING A SHOWER NOW?”
“MOMMY ARE YOU WASHING YOUR PEEPEEANDYOURBOOBS?”
Yeah. Personal space?! What the fuck is that?!
These examples have nothing to do with adults who cannot comprehend the idea of personal space. That is a whole different fucking discussion. I cant even really be mad at Charli. She is too young to get it. But grown ass people?! Really?!
Do I want your face in my face?! No.
Do I want to turn around and have you 4inches from the back of me in the grocery line?! FUCK NO.
Must you sit RIGHT next to me in a public place when there are eleventy million fucking open seats around me? (i.e. the DOL or the DR office.) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFUCK!
Get out of my bubble. Get out of my business. Get OUT of MY SPACE. BLAHHHHHHHHHHH.
Do you have a bubble? What are your feelings about personal space?
What is your favorite kind of sandwich?
Tags: Parenting, personal bubble, personal space
January 19th, 2010 at 23:16
Lyssa is like that during my bathroom time. If I don’t let her in she screams and pounds on the door the whole time and it totally makes shower time miserable instead of relaxing. Sometimes when she’s in the other room I will go to the bathroom very sneakily (Mission Impossible style) and sure enough just as I get ready to tinkle there is a knock on the door followed by “Mammmmmmaaaaa!! Door open!” Then when I let her in she will give me this look like I’m an idiot. Like, “Duh! You forgot to take me to the bathroom with you!” Sometimes she even tries to squat down as if to get a better look at the action so she doesn’t miss anything. Right now I am definitely trying to instill her that women need their private time. UGH!
Dizzy Reply:
January 20th, 2010 at 07:42
Also, I hate when I’m at a store and the person in line behind me gets all up in my situation. When they stand right on top of me and start putting their stuff on the conveyer belt as soon as it moves and gives them a tiny little centimeter of room… It makes me want to accidentally on purpose knock them down. You will undoubtedly get your turn bitches just back off me. You don’t need to ever be standing so close to me that I can smell your bad breath and feel any part of your stanky self, touching me.
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:05
Agree. Agree. Aaaaaaaaaggggreeeeeeeeee.
January 20th, 2010 at 00:41
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January 20th, 2010 at 01:47
I hate it when motherfuckers think they need to be RIGHT IN YOUR FACE when they talk to you!! Combine THAT guy, with the guy that gets really loud when he’s drunk, even tends to spit when he talks, and you get a very annoyed Shane.
favorite sandwich: fried egg, ham & cheese. num fuckin nums.
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:06
Oh hell no with the spitterswhentheytalk.
That is a personal space issue for realz.
January 20th, 2010 at 02:38
I get made fun of all the time for telling people to get out of my bubble. The ones who annoy me the most are those who feel the need to touch me while they talk, and continue to do so after I’ve told them 437985267 times to STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME. There’s one woman at work who takes her finger and “pops” my bubble when I tell her to get out of it. I’d punch a bitch if I wasn’t such a big fan of having food and a roof over my head.
Seriously though, this little insight about Charli’s clinginess reminds me of one of the biggest fears I have about parenthood… Will I be able to retain the little bit of sanity I have left if I have a child who feels the need to be near me all the time? And, considering how clingy the bf can be, that’s a strong possibility. I suppose I can always pass the kid off to daddy…
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:06
What is there to make fun of?!
That is real shit. GET OUT OF MY BUBBLE!
January 20th, 2010 at 03:55
ROFLMAO Hey…
First of all, digging the new design.
Second of all, my son asked about a week ago — okay, more like politely insisted until I damn near kicked him out of the bathroom with a resounding NO — to wipe my poopy butt. A couple minutes into the debate he accepted that I was going to do it myself.
Personally, I love when kids ask the same questions 20 times in a row. Now, when they hit the twenty-first time I’m instantly irritated, but I get where they’re coming from. Everything is still new and they have to know that some things just are the way they are. Boys have a penis and girls have a vagina. And there is little-to-no variation in the clean up routine.
Especially when there’s a big shake-up in the house and their daily routine; they’ve GOT TO know exactly what remains the same and what will return to business as usual when/if they get their normal routine back.
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:07
Thank you!
(and Q)
I am exactly the same way with the irritation. I get it too, but it doesn’t change my irritation level. HA!
January 20th, 2010 at 04:13
I really like my personal space.. your talk of Charli brings back memories of the last time I visited my sister, just out of the shower and my four year old nephew starts trying to get in (I had locked the door) .. 5 mins of, Aunty Kylie can I come in.. followed by… ‘you’re not allowed to lock the doors in this house’ which was subsequently followed by my sister telling him that in fact HE was not allowed to lock the doors in the house, but I was and to leave me alone hahaha .. this was after I had been woken by him my first morning there, not with a good morning, but with “Aunty Kylie, boys have a penis and girls have a vagina and you’re a girl so you have a vagina” hahaha I love those kids but I do admit after 2 weeks staying with them I do love coming home to my house where no one else lives…
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:07
This story made me LMFAO.
Kylie Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 02:09
My nephews are right little characters… especially the younger, he’s 5 and just completely random and hilarious… and he knows it hahaha he is just like his father
January 20th, 2010 at 05:07
Jeez that is horrid. As much as I get kids and kids freaking LOVE me, I don’t have any so don’t have these issues. I see everything from the kid’s point of view and recoil in horror when parents lose their shit on their kids. It doesn’t immediately occur to me that the child has used up mommy or daddy’s patience doing the same thing.
Grown ups who don’t understand personal space should be taken aside and gently violated.
Mmm. I like all kinds of sandwich’s right now while I can’t have one. How about a hot ham and turkey sub. With lettuce cheese and stone ground mustard.
Oh, that was wicked.
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:08
Gently violated?
‘Splain.
January 20th, 2010 at 05:11
I get antsy when people get too close to me, such as the people that touch you while they are talking. I have an uncle like that, it creeps me the fuck out. My son touches my arm over and over when he is trying to get my attention, tends to annoy me a bit too. People right up on me in a line at the store as well as people getting all up on me in an elevator piss me off too.
My favorite sandwich? A grilled cheese on honey wheat with provolone……
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:09
Mmm. I HEART GRILLED CHEESE ON WHEAT.
January 20th, 2010 at 05:29
Do you have a bubble? yes, I have a bubble…it’s prolly bigger than most people’s. I get uncomfortable with people even in my house when I feel like being alone, but I’ve never been on e to turn away company…..
What are your feelings about personal space? that we should respect others and have people respect mine. AT the same time, different cultures have different ‘acceptable levels’, so with today’s melting pot, it is hard to establish boundaries sometimes….
What is your favorite kind of sandwich? Turkey or chicken breast with a little bit of honey mustard….on white bread or a croissant.
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:10
If I love you, you rarely enter my bubble wrongly.
So I hope that I never have done your bubble wrong.
January 20th, 2010 at 06:20
a-freaking-men.
i believe that most of my life should be spent with a plexiglass shield extending at least a foot around me in all directions.
i also nearly have panic attacks when i’m pressed up against people on the subway or some large – and there are some LARGE people – person wedges themself in the space in which they clearly do not fit and are rub dub dubbing your thigh alll the way to midtown…*blech*.
your classic italian hero minus the ham. genoa salami, pepperoni, provolone, lettuce, tomato. mmmm.
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:10
As I get older, I am more panicky like that in closed spaces.
I dont have anxiety, but I do get anxious on occasion.
January 20th, 2010 at 06:26
Oh man I’m glad I don’t have kids, but I totally volunteer to take Charli when I visit. You can take a bath if you want.
That said, I have a coworker who gets way too close when he talks and it drives me CRAZY. I’ve been known to elbow people directly in their can’t-stop-dancing-into-me ribs at the bar. I hate hate hate people just being IN MY FACE.
Fave sammich – prooobably Waldorf chicken salad (I think that’s what it’s called?) with the apples and grapes and nuts in it. Nom nom nom.
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:11
Fucking WALDORF!?
Blech.
January 20th, 2010 at 07:19
a) I live in a bubble. Is that what you mean? Actually my friend would say I live under a rock…
2) Personal space: I haz it.
3) toasted cheese sandwiches. It’s when you toast your bread in the toaster and then stick a piece of cheese (or two) between the hot slices to let it melt. Mmmmm.
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:11
I wish I haz it.
(pout)
January 20th, 2010 at 10:51
I absolutely have a bubble – because I’m claustrophobic. And I tend to snap at those who invade it and have no qualms about letting them know they can either move the hell away or be vomited on. One of my teammates has serious personal space issues – as far as not realizing that others may require it. We have regular meetings to remind him of it. It’s awesome. /sarcasm
My favorite Sammich is a French Dip. mmmmmmmmmmmmm
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:12
I love PRIME RIB dip. mmmmmmmmmmmm.
HA @ meetings to remind someone of their issue. A grown ass someone.
Fucking people.
January 20th, 2010 at 12:13
I have some major problems with people getting in my space. It’s not so much my space, but I don’t like people touching me when they don’t have to. Like when your riding in a car and someone presses their leg against yours when they could squeeze them together and avoid contact. Drives me nutso.
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:12
OMG ME TOO! BLAH!
January 20th, 2010 at 22:45
bahaha i love these photos
LivingWicked Reply:
January 21st, 2010 at 00:12
Me too.
January 21st, 2010 at 22:09
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January 28th, 2010 at 14:47
people always stand right ON ME when i am in line at starbucks. knowing they are in my personal space, i take the time to stretch out my arms and whack them with my purse. it usually works to embarass them and get them to step off.