Tuesday 10 November 2009

Pram Rage

The term I use in this title probably sounds silly, but I am sure every mum must experience it at some time. Some days it’s just the fact that most shops have their aisles and racks so close the pram can’t get through without knocking half of the contents of the shop to the floor. Some days it’s the kids hanging off and weighing the pram down so that you feel like you are dragging a ton in weight along.

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Yesterday I got home from work and found that there was nothing to cook and that I needed a walk. I got the kids ready, loaded the baby into his pram (at two and a half he can walk but won’t hold our hands and we live near a busy road). I tried to get the pram out of the door and found hubby had parked the car so close to the front door that I could not get the pram out, of course I only realized this after I had already completely wedged the whole pram into the door and could get it neither in nor out of the house. I asked Little Lady to try and get the baby out and she gave a half-hearted little tug and declared she couldn’t. In the end I had to climb over the pram, squeeze through the door and get the baby out who was hanging with his legs in mid-air (the pram had tilted forward), not looking very bothered at all.

I finally managed to get the pram shut, out of the door, open again and get the baby back in. We got to the supermarket, and I got our shopping done:
“Why can’t we get the
iced rings
mini croissants
mini pitta bread
chocolate lolly’s
Winnie-the-Poo drinks?”
“Because then I’ll be poor!”
“And because I said!”

By this time we were all tired and the kids were pleading for a bus ride. Of course this was one of my “being extremely stupid” days and after walking the convoluted route to the bus stop I found we were smack bang in the middle of rush hour. We missed the first bus and had to wait 20 minutes for the next one by which time there were queues of people and other prams trying to get on. London Busses and prams are a pet peeve of mine. Every bus driver seems to have his own rule about how many prams are allowed on (I have seen anything from 1 to 5 squashed on) and every time a bus driver tells me to close my pram, I want to deck him – how are you supposed you hold the baby, the shopping and collapse the pram with two hands whilst a queue grows behind you. I thought there is no way I let another pram on when I have been waiting in the cold for so long. Not very Islamic I know, but I wasn’t feeling like a very good Muslimah at that moment. So I barged the mob that was pushing in front of me and with a little help from other passengers got on just ahead of the other ladies. I don’t think my kids had seen me behave like this before!

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Of course, once you are on, the battle isn’t over. You get the narrow little aisle you have to struggle down on the way to the buggy/wheelchair space. There is always some grumpy old cow, sorry “lady” or “gentleman” who sits with their ankles hanging out in the aisle who won’t move and then mutters on about “no manners, them bloody foreigners” when they get hit, thinking you can’t understand what they are saying (I always respond with profuse apologies in my best fake cut-glass accent).

I had to swallow my temper when I got to the pram space and people got up to make way and gave their seats to the older two children. By the time I’d been to the butchers, got home, got the baby and all the shopping out, folded the pram and got the kids and shopping inside I was too knackered to cook. Poor hubby got home to find me trying to get the dinner on at 9.00pm (spicy chicken pasta, lentils and chappati).

So today I am avoiding both cooking and shopping. I am resting, catching up on my blogging, uploading pictures to my flickr account and trying to get my job applications ready for submission on Friday insh’Allah. I have had a ridiculous week at work with someone elses work dumped on me a day before the deadline (tomorrow) and plenty else to do, but insh’Allah after this week things should calm down and I can concentrate on Eid shopping and baby-waiting (another niece or nephew on the way any day now courtesy of one of my sisters-in-law in Pakistan, please pray for her to have a safe and easy delivery).


  1. well mashaAllah 10/10 for your braveness to attempt it ! As i would never even go there buggy /pram on the buses ..i see all what you described and think never never never! MashaAllah you are very brave ! Reminds me of my time in Algeria just getting on the buses was a stress like you describe and sometimes getting of worse alhamduilah for all blessings!

  2. salaam sister,

    Indeed,how brave of you. I believe London is one of the less child friendly city in the world! Prams are a big no-no unless you are very good at ignoring evil looks, nasty comments and have muscles of steel (to carry the buggy up and down).
    I got so fed up with trying to do the 1hr journey from my house to the childminder with my daughter's buggy that I ended up buying a hiking backpack (or whatever they are called).
    They're fantastic and getting into buses or the tube is never a problem. Also, people are quite careful as the backpack has a very sturdy metal frame. (I have been known to "accidentally" push peole - or shall I say "hit" - with the frame whenever they were pushing too much for my comfort).
    If you're not too keen on the hiking thing, try a baby sling (check the slingjax website). That's all I use now. They're fantastic.
    Anyway, best of luck with all your job applications.

  3. Bus drivers do have their own rules about how many pushchairs can go on their bus and it's extremely annoying. Just reading your post had me feeling pram rage too! Pram rage, road rage - I'm sorry to admit I get both though I'm consciously trying to be more patient on the road now.

    I hope all is well at your end. Good luck with the job applications.

  4. umm abdurrahman11 November, 2009

    Assalaamu Alaykum sister. Subhaan Allah, your post brought back memories - I don't even think about getting on buses (or trains) - I remember the stresses and strains so now avoid it completely!!!! Wasalaam

  5. wow welcome to my life jeez i feel like running people over with my pram especially hate the people who sit at the wheel chair/pram place and moan when you try get the pram in, somehow all other 20 seats just arent good enough for them!
    Insha Allah you sister in law has a pious healthy baby insha Allah. Ameen. XXX (^_^) XXX