Why, oh why must my mother in law stop in front of the doorway you are trying to get into, EACH and EVERY time? If she's answering the door, she immediately stops to greet you in the threshold, all the while beckoning you, "won't you please come in?" Well, I would, lady, but your BODY is in the way. It's gotten even worse now that we have a child. No matter if it's raining, snowing, sleeting outside, she immediately stops in the door, me lugging the incredibly heavy and unwieldy carseat full of grumpy baby. No matter if the dog is tugging me back down the stairs by my NEW JEANS as I attempt to juggle 2 diaper bags, a playpen and the leftovers I've been sent to share.... no, no. MUST. STOP. IN. DOORWAY. CANNOT. ALLOW. OTHERS. TO PASS.
Drives me absolutely batty.
If you're walking into a room or store, she will indeed walk in front of you (as we often encourage her to do, since she's not really stable, and we like to be behind her for a quick catch, just in case), but she somehow senses she's entering a new space, and immediately halts, letting the back end of the human train following her crash unexpectedly to avoid knocking her wee little elderly ass down.
Don't get me wrong... I love the lady like my own mother. It's just her utter unawareness of this habit and the precise predictability that makes me want to do cartwheels and bounce on my head, all while whalloping myself with a giant cartoon mallet.
The very predictability of it should allow me to resign myself to this phenomenon, or at least plan for it and avoid it, but due to the fact that I actually need to get into the room she's blocking, and her invariably perfect timing, I'm ususally stuck biting my lip until it bleeds waiting on her to figure out why I have not, "come in, already!"
Anyone else's inlaws or significant other have equally endearing traits? Would love to hear about them!
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