RVing is fun. Most of the time. Here is an article just for those RVers out there with a sense of humor. Count up how many of these you can relate to and post your number in the comments below!
You know you’re an RVer when…
The faucet won’t work and you immediately start praying.
It’s time for breakfast. You grab the faucet to get yourself some coffee when the unthinkable happens…Nothing. Yup, every RVer’s nightmare.
When the water doesn’t turn on (or even trickle), you start praying it’s an easy fix. It’s pretty windy and cold today…maybe the pipes are frozen…but just gently frozen? So it won’t damage anything, right? You intensify your prayers –
Oh. The campground turned off the water? (Lightbulb moment) OH!!!!! Yayyy, it’s not our fault, it’s not our fault! Five minutes later, the water is back and you say a prayer of gratitude to the gods of RVing and faucets.
You smell sulfer and spend an hour trying to figure it out.
Ooh. Something smells off. I mean, really off. Kind of sulfur-like?
Hmm….you wander the RV, smelling the bathroom, smelling the kitchen, even opening the door to see if it came from outside. Maybe it’s the fridge. Could it be the fridge? Unclear.
You spend an hour trying to figure out the source of the smell…only to shrug and pray again. Some mysteries will remain mysteries….at least until the time when their solution presents itself. Now isn’t that time.
The Walmart parking lot sorta feels homey.
You run into Walmart to pick up a few things. You’ve been stationed in this town for a while, and they’ve got a nice grocery store. But for things like RV toilet paper and paper towels, it’s usually easiest to stop at Walmart.
You grab what you need and depart. On the way to your car, in the distance, several campers look like they’ve been through their share of hailstorms. You smile in recognition. You start to feel an odd sense of comfort, despite the fact that all you’re doing is walking through a parking lot.
As you climb into your car, you realize to yourself, “Huh. A Walmart parking lot feels homey.”
Your exercise equipment is stored near your kitchen supplies
It’s time to exercise. Most days you take a walk or a hike, but a few times a week, you drag out your weights.
So you head to the fridge. Duh.
You reach below the fridge and open the cavernous cabinet that some manufacturer deemed would be helpful. You pull out your cutting board and your cast iron pans, set the them aside, and then reach for the weights. The light pair comes first (5 pounds) followed by two heavier pairs. T
hey’re pretty annoying to grab, but at least under the fridge in a drawer there’s no chance of you tripping on them!
You double-check your counters to make sure they’re clear of anything you can hit while lifting weights. Time to put the cast iron pans back in the drawer.
You grab your two heavy dumbbells (20 pounds) from under the couch, make sure your husband and your cat aren’t in the way. Your cat is helpfully sitting in the middle of the floor. You consider moving her, but that seems destined for failure. So instead you confirm your husband isn’t going anywhere soon and start your workout video, with the extra bonus challenge of maintaining your balance while avoiding the cat.
You have several dozen rituals on travel day.
It’s time to hit the road for a trip to your (local) national park.
You consult Google.
Then check your favorite weather app.
And of course, you go ahead and look at that other weather app.
While you’re online, you click on that app for bridges you might need to avoid.
And for good measure, you check your OTHER other app for truck stops along the way that you might be able to fit in.
You meditate. Now it’s time to pack up your RV.
You go through your indoor checklist. Then your outdoor checklist.
You perform several rituals promising to promote safe travels and clear skies. It’s now time for that third cup of coffee and a prayer to the RV gods.
Cooking with your spouse sounds more like a nightmare than a romantic thing.
Seriously. It’s a recipe for disaster. No shared cooking duties here! How about one of you slices the produce, sautes the meat and grabs the dishes while the other sits on the couch and pretends she doesn’t have anything on her to-do list for an hour?
You’ve frozen your butt off because you’re just about outta propane.
Tonight’s forecast is pretty cold, but it won’t get down to freezing. Perfect time to use the furnace, right?
But you’re running low on propane and aren’t sure how much longer you’ll want to stay in this spot. (You haven’t invested in a fancy setup yet, so you can’t fill a separate tank and attach it.) Budget’s tight this month, so it’s time for your favorite game…
How warm can we stay without turning on a heater!?
Your contestants are you, your partner and your cat.
You wear a pair of pants with PJs over them, two pairs of socks, a hat and gloves. Your partner wears a hat and PJs. And your cat wears their natural suit. Armed with extra layers and your own body heat, you get underneath three comforters and settle in for the game.
Spoiler alert: Everybody loses.
Your idea of a fancy dinner involves paper plates.
It’s your anniversary – time for a fancy meal at home! You’re going to treat yourselves. That’s right – no one should have to end their fancy romantic dinner washing dishes.
Bring out the paper plates! Fill those plastic cups up with wine and have a night to remember, dish-free.
Netflix and chill takes on a whole new meaning.
It’s time to watch your favorite TV show. You don’t have cable at this park, but that’s okay – you’ve got Netflix downloaded and ready to watch (since your cell phone signal has been iffy in the evenings).
You and your honey get comfy on the couch, plug in your phone to the television and start the show. Midway, your honey starts to get up. “I need to use the bathroom.” They walk into the bathroom. “Do you want me to pause it?”
“No, that’s okay. I can see the television from in here just fine!”