Disneyland Kharma

I'm not really big on new age stuff, but sometimes what goes around really does come back around.

Back in March, the kids had a Friday off of school for who-knows-what, so naturally we decided to go to Disneyland for the day. And it was a DAY. Since we have passes, we don't usually stay for hours on end, but this day was different and we stayed until everyone was so exhaused they could hardly move. Starting around about 5pm, my Lizzie was complaining about her stomach. Both her and Asher had had a go around with a stomach bug earlier that week and she is historically notorious for relapsing with these things, but I just thought she was tired and hungry.

She didn't eat a thing at dinner and all during the Fantasmic show, she just cuddled up on a lap. When we left, I put the baby in the Bjorn so Lizzie could be in the stroller and she was asleep by the time we got to the car. After we put the kids in the car, I headed to the back to load up the stroller when I realized that the tiny little car behind us had pulled within an inch of my bumper. To which I exclaimed, "Sister! Are you serious right now?!?!"

If you've been to Disneyland before, you know how they park you. One big long row of double long parking spaces so depending on your luck, you may be the one to pull to the front of the spot. Now, they do this one big long row at a time, so the other person in your spot doesn't park there until you're long gone. In my mind, a normal person with a little bit of common sense who pulls in behind an SUV (or a minivan, or really any other vehicle when you're at a place like Disneyland), would think, "Gee, maybe they need to get in the back of their car for a stroller, backpacks, jackets, etc., etc., etc"; however the person who parked behind me clearly had no common sense whatsoever!

I know what you're thinking. Big deal, just get in and pull the car forward a little and then get back out and load up the back! But really, when you've just had a marathon day at Disneyland and have finally reached the car at 11:00 at night, you really don't want to add any unnecessary steps to your departure proceedures. As Kirsten and I are both standing on either side of the car, in a more than half empty level of the massive parking structure, marveling at how close this tiny little car has parked to me, Lizzie begins to speak from inside the car. For some reason, I pop open the back window (the whole thing flips up so you can cram a bunch of stuff in the car behind the third seat and it doesn't fall out like if you had the whole hatch open - pure genius!). Anyway, I ask what's wrong and she's crying and sort of panting and random words are coming out of her mouth like, my; stomach; I; ugh. And the next thing I know in one fluid movement, she unbuckles her seat belt, leaps over her seat in the middle row, covers her mouth, and ends up laying across the tops of the third seat and the window ledge of the back hatch, while chunks of pinkish-orange throw-up spew from her mouth and land all over the bumper of my car and, oh yes; all over the front hood of the tiny little car that parked so close behind me!

At that moment, I put on my best mommy sympathy voice and cheered her on while I held her long locks out of the line of fire and tried not to look at my sister in the eyes because I was about to loose it. Oh no, not my cookies or anything like that. I realized about halfway through, that I was witnessing one of the best Kharmic moments I'd ever seen in my life! As soon as she was done, she went back to seat and went to sleep, and my sister and I laughed uncontrollably out loud for at least five minutes.

We all know that throwing up is never fun for the thrower-upper, and it's even less fun for the cleaner-upper, but this time was the best because really; how can you clean up puke from a parking garage floor or from a car hood or even a bumper for that matter when you're in the middle of said parking garage at 11:00 at night??? What else was there to do but laugh hysterically??

Well, you could realize that the owner's of the tiny little car that parked way too close to your bumper could arrive at any moment, and when realizing what just happened to the hood of their car, might not be very happy with you, so you could kick it into high gear and hightail it out of there.

Which is exactly what we did! :-)

It's just too bad that the owners of that tiny little car that parked too close to my bumper will never know the real story.