The scream.
The helplessness.
That is our motorhome and Cole, the reason our motorhome is where it is.
We had a graduation party for DH's cousin this weekend and chose to stay over since it's a 2 hour drive. We also wanted to spent the night and visit with family into the later hours. We parked the motorhome up by the garage so the kids could crash early and we could still hear them. This morning DH and I were in bed, he was sleeping and I was listening to Lexi chatter away in her playpen. I had just heard the door open and close so I figured that Cole stepped out to answer the call of nature (we don't use our bathroom in the motorhome unless we are camping). Moments later I felt a jolt...we were moving. Backwards. Downhill. Things from there are a terrifying blur...DH sat up, I heard a scream (and it sounded like a kid), and we braced ourselves. We couldn't get out of our bed, we could only ride it out and wait for the crash because we were going to hit something.
We finally "crash" and DH bolts out of bed to check on the kids. I was focusing on the scream and nearly hysterical thinking we ran Cole over. Turns out, Cole was in the driver's seat (the scream was my sister-in-law or her daughter, they witnessed it happen). Lexi was in her playpen and fine. Despite being at the angle we were, her playpen barely shifted. What I thought was the door opening/closing was Cole shifting the motorhome into neutral. Back in 1985 the makers of Chevy must not have thought to have a locking mechanism on the gear shift when there are no keys in the ignition (we hide them from the kids while using the motorhome).
Thankfully, no one was hurt. Cole had actually latched our door open (as you can see in the pic) so DH's phone and my (new!) camera fell out since they had been sitting on the kitchenette counter. We took out a pine tree that DH's uncle had talked about moving anyway! The motorhome itself has some dents and the pipe for the generator bent something awful, but we drove it home with no problems.
I'm sure in the future we'll laugh...in fact, we all shared some chuckles this morning after the dust settled and everyone could see we were okay. Cole has been banned from sitting in ANY driver's seats for the next 20 years and the next time we use that motorhome there won't be enough brakes and blocks in the world to secure that beast.
We finally "crash" and DH bolts out of bed to check on the kids. I was focusing on the scream and nearly hysterical thinking we ran Cole over. Turns out, Cole was in the driver's seat (the scream was my sister-in-law or her daughter, they witnessed it happen). Lexi was in her playpen and fine. Despite being at the angle we were, her playpen barely shifted. What I thought was the door opening/closing was Cole shifting the motorhome into neutral. Back in 1985 the makers of Chevy must not have thought to have a locking mechanism on the gear shift when there are no keys in the ignition (we hide them from the kids while using the motorhome).
Thankfully, no one was hurt. Cole had actually latched our door open (as you can see in the pic) so DH's phone and my (new!) camera fell out since they had been sitting on the kitchenette counter. We took out a pine tree that DH's uncle had talked about moving anyway! The motorhome itself has some dents and the pipe for the generator bent something awful, but we drove it home with no problems.
I'm sure in the future we'll laugh...in fact, we all shared some chuckles this morning after the dust settled and everyone could see we were okay. Cole has been banned from sitting in ANY driver's seats for the next 20 years and the next time we use that motorhome there won't be enough brakes and blocks in the world to secure that beast.
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