Lessons from RV Life

Adjusting to life in an RV has been much easier than we might have imagined. I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect at first, but so far, everything has gone smoothly. After three months of living in 240 square feet, the five of us are still talking to each other. We have, however, changed our dogs name to Log. Apparently if you are a 90 pound pooch, there is nowhere to go except for under everyone’s feet. Remington P. Cat has made himself at home on the dash, napping for hours on end in the warm sunshine.

Aside from the normal adjustments, there are a few changes that were necessary, thus forcing me to improve in areas I needed improving in anyway.

The first being dishes. I don’t see the reason to jump up and do the dishes immediately when I know they will still be waiting for me in the morning. That being said, I rarely did dishes before they had been in the sink for at least 12 hours. Enter RV kitchen. With about 1.5 feet of counter space and a sink the size of a lunch box, immediate tending to dirty dishes has become necessary. If you fail to do this, you can forget about using the kitchen… for anything.

Organization. I am a master piler. Give me a flat surface, and I will give you a beautifully arranged pile of stuff. Important stuff, I am sure. Papers from school, mail, notices, coupons, you name it. If it is on the counter, it goes in one of my piles. Every so often, I would go through my many piles and throw away about 98% of what I was saving. Expired coupons, out-of-date notices, school events that had already passed. Once again, enter RV and 1.5 feet of counter space. There is no room for piling anything in here. As a result, I have had to make some changes to my organizational skills, or lack-of. I am now forced to sort things immediately. No more piles. Sniff, sniff.

Then there is the laundry. I used to do a load of laundry every day. When it would come out of the drier, it would be nicely piled (here I go again with my piles) on the couch, where one could sift through until they came upon what they were looking for. There were two major problems with this method of tending to laundry: 1. We no longer have a washer or drier. 2. There is not enough couch space to pile anything on, let alone clean clothes for five people for an entire week. I am now forced to visit the laundry mat, wait patiently while our clothes both wash and dry, and then stand there and fold everything. The bright side to this is that once we arrive home and put all the clean clothes where they belong, I don’t have to worry about it for a few days. Now that, I can handle.

Sleep. I love it, can’t seem to get enough of it. Rob and I sleep in the living room. Not a big deal, the couch is pretty comfy. The problem is that our kids tend to be early risers, as is Rob, so come Saturday morning when I just want to lay in bed until around nine, I find myself being the only one who wants to lay in bed. Rob is sitting in his chair, impatiently waiting for me to stir so he can make noise, the kids are banging around in their room, coming out every three minutes to go potty (aka, checking to see if they can come out yet), Remi is meowing in my face, demanding his breakfast. So what this boils down to is that there is no more sleeping in.

So what exactly has living in an RV taught me? I can’t be lazy. And I can’t sleep in. Ever. I’m sure that if Rob knew that all he had to do was throw me into a 240 square foot box in order to improve my housekeeping skills, he would have done so a long time ago.

Now if you will excuse me, I have to go do the dishes…