Please Don’t Pet Me While I’m Eating
January 28th, 2012
I have discovered that I have a new pet peeve. I don’t like to be touched while I’m eating.
Okay, I know that many of you are thinking — “Huh, that’s a weird thing to be irritated by.” But then again, you have may never have had the experience of trying to eat your dinner while a three-year-old pets your arm.
Miss Mouse and I sit next to each other for meals on one of the long sides of our table. Buggie sits at the head in a booster (to my right), and Josh is around the corner to his right, across from me. Miss Mouse has a very difficult time sitting still at the table under the best of circumstances. She fidgets, she stands up, she gets up to pick a new spoon from the kitchen, she puts her feet on my chair, and…she touches me.
She’ll rub her nose against my elbow. Poke me in the leg with a finger. And just run her hands along my arms.
It drives me absolutely insane. I have a visceral reaction to it that makes my skin crawl and my flesh twitch. Go figure.
But it’s become a bit of a problem at dinner because She Won’t Stop Doing It. I routinely have to banish her to the end of the table now, out of range, and I’m seriously contemplating changing up the seating chart!