Guest Post: Fearing A World Without Strollers

I’m super excited that Meredith from The Mom of the Year is guest posting today.  Meredith is one of my favourite bloggers, and if you haven’t read her blog, I highly recommend you check it out. The Mom of The Year is a thoughtful, honest, witty and account of the day to day life of a stay at home mom. 

I can’t get enough of Meredith's hilarious blog, because every time I read one of her posts, I think “Yesss! Exaaaaactly! Get out of my head!” It’s like she took my thoughts, made them smart and funny, and put them on the internet. And since I love reading smarter, funnier versions of my own thoughts, I love reading The Mom of the Year. Plus, she also writes about a lot of other really great stuff that doesn’t remind me of my own thoughts, which is good for those of you who can’t imagine anything more unappealing than getting inside my crazy head. 

So, without further ado, I present you with the following guest post from The Mom of the Year.

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Fearing A World Without Strollers 

By: Meredith from The Mom of the Year

When Laura asked me to guest post, I wasn't even sure where to start.  I mean, her blog is really cool and all-too relevant.  What kind of post would do it justice?

Then I took a step back, considered the title of her blog and promptly started to panic.  Stroller Parking Only??  My children are 1 & 3.  It won't be tomorrow, but we are going to be outgrowing strollers in the semi-near future.  Crap!!  Will I still be welcome at this blog?!  And oh, BTW, what the heck was I going to do without my stroller?!  Might not seem like a tremendous deal for those of you not currently rockin' the stroller scene, but the stroller is basically like one of those juiced up walkers you see elderly people pushing around (you know, the ones with the seats and the baskets and all)--100% totally necessary to my mobility.  Sure, I stash the kids in it, but moreover, I throw all my junk in it and hold myself up when I'm too tired to stand.  I love my strollers--all of them.  They have become entirely quintessential.

I have yet to read Confessions of Shopaholic and a Baby, but I hear that as soon as Becky discovers she is pregnant, she quickly makes the mental connect that she can push around a stroller and use it as a veritable cart for all of her shopping bags.  What do people do without strollers?!  Where will I put my bags?  The fold-up potty seat?  My water bottle?  Even if I decide to "go light", where will my wallet go? Chapstick?? Excuse me while I go hyperventilate in a paper bag over the thought of having to start wearing a neon fanny pack or something awful...

This could be a very ugly scene, people.  I think my husband and I have sealed up the womb with no plans to birth more children, but this may be a reasonable cause to reconsider.  Continuing to pop out children for the sole reason of never having to give up my stroller seems like excellent logic at this point.  And this Mom of the Year is obviously all about careful logic and planning, so I'm thinking it's safe to assume loads more babies, in the style of Michelle Duggar, will now be on the way--all to ensure the continuance of the stroller, of course.

On the off chance that my husband doesn't share this logic, please, please, please don't shut me out Laura!  I promise to always uphold my reverence for strollers--and your awesome blog ;)

Meredith blogs at The Mom of the Year. You can also find her on Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter. 

I Don't Care What My Car Looks Like, But I Want A Luxury Stroller

Strollers- I’m obsessed. I don’t know what has happened to me. I pretty much spend all day thinking about strollers. Okay, obviously that’s not true. I also think about important things like coffee, youtube, and rubber duckies, but I can’t be serious all the time.

When I was pregnant, I had a very practical outlook towards strollers. I bought the smallest and cheapest stroller I could find that was compatible with my car seat. Simple as that. I thought it was ridiculous when I saw women strutting around with their SUV strollers, and I was shocked and disgusted to learn that there were strollers that cost over $1000. Sigh, I was so innocent and naïve then. Now I’ve gone to the dark side, and I’m a full on stroller addict.

Actually, I’m kind of a stroller player.  I walk down the street shamelessly checking them out and fantasizing about them, but I can’t commit. I’ll date a stroller for awhile, reading its reviews, and lovingly stroking its frame in the store, but that’s about as far as it goes. I’m just too afraid of commitment. What if I choose the wrong one and he lets me down? What if he turns out to be unreliable? What if I grow to hate and resent him? What if I fall in love with a better stroller, but now I’m stuck in this lukewarm relationship with a stroller that I should have never bought in the first place? This stroller stuff is stressing me out.

I’ve had a crush on the Bumbleride Indie for awhile. This stroller seems like a great choice- he can handle all kinds of terrain, he only weighs 20 pounds, and he’s HOT! He’s like the George Clooney of strollers. But what if my love for the Indie is based solely on physical attraction, and it’s not really the right stroller for me?

I think my real fear is that once I do finally commit to a stroller, all the fun will be gone. I won’t be able to walk down the street, and think “Oooh, I like that one! Maybe that will be my next stroller!” because once I commit, I’m not going to buy another one. I mean, I’ll dream about it, of course, but I fear my husband is soon going to get jealous of the strollers and stage an intervention.

Maybe I don’t even want a new stroller. Maybe it’s just about the thrill of the chase. So, if you’re out walking, and all of the sudden, you see a crazy lady running towards you, don’t worry. It’s just me, and I’m not chasing you; I’m after your stroller.