It is rare to find a place to sit when you live in a crowded camper! We thrive on a “shuffle your feet, lose your seat” mentality around here, so when I’m putting my thoughts on the computer, it’s usually because I ran over the two-year-old to get a chair. As little Jake is staring at me with a booger on his finger and no seat to wipe it on, I will tell you I’m a 35 year old mom of two young children, wife to a good strong military man, and servant to two very large, and very spoiled dogs; one of which lives to retrieve ducks, and the other lives to sniff out bombs. Even though the duck dog is 11 and fat, and the bomb dog is retired from his line of duty, both look upon me like old Generals in a war room, and I’m their coffee minion. I know they scheme to find jobs for me to do. “Training” if you will…I am additionally, and suddenly the caretaker of one grumpy fish that our daughter Morgan has named Marshmallow. I’ve never had a fish, much less one that’s always frowning. Maybe he’s grumpy because his tank sits on our stove.
As my military man is in training for a year across the United States, we chose to move ourselves into a pretty great fifth wheel. I say great because as a woman, I like the colors of it. We thought instead of living in hotels and apartments, why not take our house to go? It seemed like an awesome idea knowing I had no luggage to pack, and could take my own bakeware, but really, it’s a month into this adventure and I spend my mornings unclogging black-water tanks, and evenings playing “herd the cats” with children and dogs that won’t stay in their sleeping spaces. Military man promised me we would take this awesome camper to plenty of college football tailgates, but so far we’ve been to a dog park twice and the shoppette daily for teeny tiny cartons of milk.
As we go through this year-long adventure, I am calling on a combination of God and St. Johns Wort to keep myself sane in the 41 feet of crowded camper that we call home, because without them I might just have to light myself on fire to get relief from the chaos that consumes me.
So, these are the stories I could not find anywhere else online. This is the truth about living in a camper from my booger covered chair to you.
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