Spend the Night with Me

9:46 pm

I am normally a night person. I have an easier time staying up late than I do getting up to an alarm clock. Rob is the opposite. The early bird and the night owl. This is the reason why Rob is working the day shift and I have taken the night shift. The only problem is that I will be working until 4am. That’s four. In the morning. Ouch. I can handle one, or even two, but I  am not sure about four. Now that I have finished two weeks of half shifts, tomorrow night I will work my first full shift. This is where 4am comes into play. I figure that if I am to be working all night tomorrow, I better stay up nice and late tonight. Rob has to be to work at 6am, so I do not think he is going to even consider staying up with me. How about you? Are you up for it?

As I sit here, everyone else in my family is getting ready for bed. I am somewhat jealous. While I am not ready for sleep yet, I would like to crawl into my nice cozy bed for some reading. I do not, however, trust myself not to fall asleep, so that is simply not an option.

If you don’t have anything else going on, I invite you to spend the night with me.

10:12pm
I feel like a teenager sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night. Not that I am a teenager, and 10pm hardly qualifies as the middle of the night. Quite honestly, I am not sure I ever snuck out of the house even when I was a teenager. Where would I have gone? To a friend’s house perhaps? I doubt it, my friends, and there were not very many, were all good girls, not the kind to house the likes of me. I can honestly say that I have no idea where I would have gone. This is perhaps why I never went anywhere.

And yet, here I am, old enough to know better and still too young to care, sneaking out of the house in the middle of the… well, at night. Where am I going, you ask? Why, to the laundry mat of course. Where else would I possibly go? As luck would have it, someone else had the same idea, so all three of the washers here at the campground are busy with other people’s dirty what-nots, so I must wait my turn.

I think I will read my book for a while…

10:47pm
Rob and I broke down and bought Kindles. I have resisted them for the longest time. I love the feel and smell of real books. Especially used books. They have such history. Who read it before me? Where did they live? Where did the stain on the cover come from? I love to physically hold books in my hands and turn each and every lovely page. Unfortunately, living in an RV doesn’t give you the luxury of storage space. Not to mention books can get very heavy, especially if you have too many (if that is even possible) which we do. Enter the Kindle. We bought the basic model which will hold 1000 books. We even opted for advertisements which saved us more money. Not to mention employee discounts. It just made sense.

The main reason we purchased them (Rob and I each got one since we like to read together) is Thomas Jefferson Education. TJEd uses both mentors and the classics to teach. When we came across the program, we realized that it is what we wanted to do with our kids. So we must read classics. Lots and lots of classics. We started with Anne of Green Gables, which, I am sorry to say, I have never read before. I am about half way through right now and am really enjoying it. How had I not read this in my youth? I do believe I have seen a movie based on the book, but I am glad to finally be reading the book. On my Kindle. In the laundry mat. At 11 o’clock at night.

11:16pm
I am not sure what it is about kids’ laundry, but it always seems to smell like feet. I must say that I prefer it coming out of the washer rather than going in.

It’s a good thing I do not have an overactive imagination, because I am sitting by myself, in a strange place, with my back to a rather large uncovered window. In the dark. Best get back to my book before I make myself paranoid.

11:33pm
I rather enjoy being alone. I have always been a loner, and I rarely know what to say to people, so being alone takes the away awkward silence while I try desperately to come up with something to say. When I’m alone, I don’t have to worry about it. The silence is not awkward, which I rather enjoy. My children require so much communication during the day that it is nice to sit here and not have to say anything.

12:02am
Well, I made it to midnight. This is probably where it will start to get a little tough for me. I am glad you have agreed to visit with me tonight. It gives me something to think about besides being tired. Right now, quite honestly, I am ready to crawl into my comfy bed, turn off my book light, and drift off to sweet sleep. This is about when I normally give into the night.

Doing laundry is helping. The dryers are rather loud with all the buttons and buckles clanking around. I was being cheap and stuffed all of our laundry into two dryers. They didn’t dry of course, so I had to put twice the money into each machine. If only I had used three dryers to begin with…

1:09am
It is always such a relief when all the laundry is done. Back when we had a house and our own washer and dryer, I never managed to get all the laundry done. I washed and dried a load almost every day, but I never got around to folding it all. There was almost always a pile of clean clothes on the couch. If you needed something, you had to go fishing. If it was wrinkled, it went for another spin in the dryer. Now, I have to finish all the laundry. Including the folding. There is just no way around it. There is no dryer to throw it back into if it gets wrinkled. Nowadays you would be forced to use the iron, which, in our house, is almost a bad word. I never use the thing. Quite honestly, I am not even sure why we own one. Rob doesn’t think I know how to turn it on. I hate to admit it, but he might be right. Regardless, laundry is now a weekly thing, all of it at once, and then you are done for seven wonderful laundry-free days.

Let’s go home.

1:23am
I have managed to sneak successfully back into the house. Due to the fact that there is really nowhere to go without waking everyone else up, I am sitting on the bathroom floor. Me and my little computer and my kindle and you, my wonderful companion. Remington P. Cat has joined us because apparently he has a problem being left out. Something about closed doors…

Have you ever read Anne of Green Gables? Anne (that’s Anne with an E) Shirley can talk. And talk. I can almost guarantee that there is no awkward silence when she is involved.

2:31am

The bathroom floor is not very forgiving. If this is to become my night-before-heading-back-to-work spot, then I think I shall have to bring a cushion with me. That or stay at the campground clubhouse longer. At least there are comfy chairs and I don’t have to worry about waking anyone up. I just have to worry about the spiders in the corners on the floor. The kids were nice enough to point them out when we went to Rob’s “Meet and Greet”. All night, whenever the tie on my shorts tickled my leg, I had a minor panic attack trying to whack it off. As far as I know, there were never any real spiders on me. On second thought, maybe I do have an overactive imagination. Then again, perhaps Anne (with an E) is rubbing off on me.

I have made good progress in my book tonight. And, for being 2:30 in the morning, I am doing surprisingly well. My goal is 3am. If I can stay awake reading and visiting and folding laundry, then surely I can manage a 10 hour shift running around Amazon, pulling items here and there, trying to beat the clock to my next location.

2:53am

It feels a little strange to be up at almost 3 o’clock in the morning. It’s not nearly as hard as I was thinking it would be. My night owl spirit is in her element tonight, embracing this challenge with a vengeance. Hopefully she will be just as helpful tomorrow night.

I think it is about time to head to bed. The kids have said they will try to be quiet in the morning. I know that is asking a lot of them, but they will do their best, and that is all I can ask.

3:16am

I made it! Ah, sweet success. It’s not much, but I’ll take what I can get!

Thank you for your company tonight, I have really enjoyed it. We should do it again sometime.

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…

Mini Vacation

The kids and I are currently sitting in the laundry mat, paying an obsecene amount of money to do our laundry. But look! There’s free Wi-Fi!! I guess that makes the extra dollar per load worth it…

The kids are coloring, I am catching  up with you, our clothes are going round and round in the dryer, and we are all enjoying the day off of school. This morning, while the kids were lying around watching a movie, I had a flashback to the lazy days of summer, only it is definitely not summer outside anymore. I cannot complain about the weather, though. The trees are beautiful and we haven’t had any snow yet. Thank Goodness!!! The sun still comes out to warm the afternoons, making perfect napping weather. One can dream anyway.

I think tomorrow we will head off in search of some fun fall photos.