I ran over my stroller today. (It was empty…don’t worry.)
I was nursing Ellery, so I left it outside the car because it takes two hands to fold and load. I left it on the passenger side because that was the side facing the road and I was being all conscientious, see, because I wanted people entering the parking lot to know there was a stroller in a parking spot so they didn’t mow it down. I never do this. Ever. I don’t know why I did it today.
When I was done feeding her, I loaded Ellery up and totally forgot I left the stroller over there. And then I kinda went up over something, like I hit a curb, except I wasn’t parked next to the curb. And then I thought the stroller might be okay because it looked pretty good, except when I loaded it up I noticed all the wheels were sideways. But only the front wheel folds sideways, the other two are supposed to point straight up.
It scares the crap out of me that I didn’t see it, and I’m thankful it was just a stroller. With all this stuff about the blind spot behind your car I never thought about the sides. I’ve now adjusted my side mirrors so that I can practically see the pavement, and now check with sort of an obsessive tic.
I have ordered a new one. I can’t possibly imagine life without Phil & Ted. They make it possible for me to get, well, anywhere by myself. They’ve been my trusty sidekick since I wandered into multiple child territory. I feel as though I need to have a moment of silence or do some sort of salute as I walk it to the dumpster.
Phil & Ted, you have served me well.