The next time I think I can shop and compare with a three-year old in tow, remind me that, I HAVE A 3 YEAR OLD!
Starting the research on which truck camper to buy is pretty easy when sitting on the couch sipping a glass of wine in comfy bunny covered pjs at 9 o’clock at night. I mean click click, how hard is that? Well… at some point, the internet, in all its glory, is not sufficient enough to make a decision of such high importance, so one must then venture out to brick and mortar to really understand the dimensions of living, sleeping, cooking, and showering in the space of said camper.
Charged with GPS coordinates, pad and paper, a Happy Meal and a few toys, Kyle and I drive to the nearest truck camper dealership, 110 miles away. I’d done the research, narrowed down my decision to a couple campers, now the fun, open every drawer, lie on the bed, stand in the wet bath then sit at the table and write the pros and cons list.
We arrive, talk to the nice owners and explain why we were there. This was a research expedition, there’d be no buying today. I asked if I could take my time, take pictures and video then write it down before I left. Of course I could, after all, they were very nice people! Fantastic!
As I step into the first camper, Kyle right behind me, I look around in awe and wonder, so many things to take note of. The researcher in me left the building and the mom in me took over. “Yes, I see the shower, mmhmm, that’s a drawer, they all open the same way, even on the 20th time. Get down, just a sec, pick up the brochures you scattered while sitting at the table.” This went on for 6 or 7 units, I lost count.
There was a moment I wrestled between being a consumer and a mom. We were in the luxury unit, the big one, it had a table and reclining couch, that big! Kyle sat in the recliner and asked for the umpteenth time, “How does it recline? Where mom, mom?” I showed him and as I turned around he opened the foot rest. It made such a racket, an awful noise, I thought, “Oh no! He broke it and now I have to do as I always tell him ‘if you break it, you buy it’.” Oh man! Then consumer mom stepped in, “Well, if a camper can’t withstand 5 minutes with a toddler, how do they expect me to buy it knowing it won’t last our first trip?!” I was rationalizing, shhh, yes, I knew I was. I waited a beat for the owners to come running in, “What was that, what did you break?” They didn’t and after about 10 minutes of trying to figure out how to put the foot rest down we managed to close it and open it and close it. Wasn’t broken but I sure was!
My research turned into some hastily written hand notes I can barely read, a few blurry pictures, and some very choppy, don’t know what I’m looking at, videos. The next time I think I can shop and compare with a three-year-old, kindly remind me, I HAVE A 3 YEAR OLD!