This post has been brewing in my head for almost eight years now. It started way back when I didn’t even know what the dickens a blog even was. But finally, finally I have had enough. Extreme pram walking is doing my head in. Don’t know what it is? Then read on, my friend…
Extreme pram walking is taking your own life- and that of your baby’s- into your own hands. Or, into the hands of the main road and three hundred fast cars. It occurs in many situations and it is ruthless. Adrenalin? Maybe.
There are cars parked on the pavement. They may or may not be ‘allowed’ to be there. Mostly they are there to either pick up/ drop off school children, or to avoid the car’s owner of having to pay to park somewhere that has actually been designed for cars to park. They require such skill as you realise you cannot squeeze between them and the wall so you are forced to walk on the road. Sometimes situation 1 is further hampered by heavy traffic which means you either have to go all ‘school teacher like’ and stop traffic, or wait for a break and make a mad dash. You get a few paces on when situation 1 occurs again! Damn it!
It’s bin day. You don’t know if it is the bin owners leaving them there or the bin men not putting them back properly. Either way, its annoying and it makes for an interesting Extreme pram walking situation. Can you squeeze through? Go on, try.. oops! You’ve bashed the pram, woken the baby and STILL not squeezed through! Onto the road it is, then.
People are stupid. The following actually happened to me. The big one and I were out with prams and bikes. We were standing at the crossing, feet firmly placed on the braille crossing indicators on the floor. This is a tricky crossing as there’s no green man and you need to know the order of the traffic lights to get across safely. So we’re standing, waiting for our moment, when a car pulls up and parks- YES, PARKS- right in front of us. The driver gets out, shrugs his shoulders with a smile and says sorry. Then he goes inside his takeaway shop and starts about his working day. He appears not to know that you aren’t supposed to park ON the braille bits at crossings.
Inconsiderate dog owners. Those who know me know that I am scared of dogs, but that isn’t why they make pram walking so perilous. It’s the poo. Dog owners don’t clean up it so it gets smeared on your wheels. Either that or you go out of your way to avoid it, again probably into the road or thorny bushes or something. And if its not poo on the floor then its poo in bags that have fallen from their temporary home in the trees and are now tangled in your wheels. Not sure why the trouble of bagging up poo is preferable to putting said bag in the bin…
Workmen/ window cleaners. You probably already guessed this one. They leave things in the way.
I’m pretty sick of Extreme pram walking to tell you the truth. Sometimes it’s easier to put the baby in the wrap and walk that way. But if you do any of the above, I’d appreciate it if you would just… stop. Thanks.