Monday, September 1, 2014

A Spoiled Rotten Child Who Wants a Bed!

It’s no secret that a while ago my family made the difficult decision to move out of our four bedroom 2 1/2 bath 2400 square foot home for a more affordable two bedroom 1 bath 300 square foot RV. 

The move has gone swimmingly.  We have learned to maneuver our small quarters so much so that we’re considering downsizing again.  


Just kidding.  Since our move, our daughter, Paola, has grown a foot a week.  Well, maybe not that much but she went from a 12-year-old little girl with pigtails and braces to a 14-year-old young lady with long black flowing hair and braces.  I think she doubled in size.  In any case, she no longer fits in any of the four bunk beds in her small but quaint bedroom. 

It’s actually quite sad that all the child is asking for is a bed to sleep on.  I told her she is spoiled rotten.  I mean there are children somewhere I’m sure who don’t have a bed to sleep on.  She has a pull-out couch after all! 

Today, my husband came in with the groceries while Paola was still asleep on the pull-out couch.  There’s a problem with this because the pull-out couch reaches to the refrigerator and there is no way to open the refrigerator door when the couch is in the sleeping position.  Who am I kidding?  Most of the groceries wouldn’t fit in the refrigerator anyway!  I told him to take the groceries out to the other refrigerator that we keep in the storage unit.  The only problem with that refrigerator is that the door falls off of it.  Honestly!  Such issues are so minor in the scheme of things.

Okay, so here we are on year two in the miniature living space.  It was supposed to be a maximum of one year.  There are things I have learned about living in an RV.  My friend used to RV a lot and she always laughed and joked, “If the trailer is rocking, don’t come knocking!”  That’s true.  I’ll just leave it at that. 

Our shower mysteriously decided to only allow water out of two holes.  Have you ever taken a two hole shower?  Let me tell you, that water pressure is brutal!  I’ve never had a shower that’s like a thousand little stinging bees pelting you into the teeny tiny corner!  Luckily, I watched a commercial about the miracle product, CLR.  Wouldn’t you know it, it really does work! We now have a shower that no longer leaves lesions, but you have to be a midget to use it.  I’m the only one who really fits under the shower in our family.  It’s a source of great pride for me. 

Speaking of the bathroom...I cannot even go here - no pun intended.  There was the time when the toilet kept backing up and we couldn’t use it for weeks on end.  It was after the port-a-potty left, unfortunately.  Luckily, we had McDonald’s right down the street.  The toilet cannot be plunged because it is not that kind of toilet.  We actually resorted to buying a shop vac and vacuuming it out.  Now, if that doesn’t make you want to puke, I don’t know what will!  I’m happy to report that we solved the problem, though and can now sit on the throne with the door shut if you’re short.  If you’re tall, you have to close the door to the bedroom, leave the bathroom door open and hang your feet out.

Why don’t sheets stay on the bed in the master bedrooms of RVs?  Just wondering.  Oh, and don’t ever forget about the overhead storage in the master bedroom - especially when the trailer is rocking!  I’ll just leave it at that.

Climbing into bed at night takes on a whole new meaning in an RV.  You literally have to “climb” into bed.  Personally, I think Paola has it easier.  All she has to do is move the couch cushions and pull out the bed and she’s there.  Her dad and I, on the other hand, have to move the computer chair away from the bathroom sink and fold it up in the corner.  Then, I have to enter the bed from the foot of the bed before Bill.  This is essential because our master bedroom TV takes up my half of the foot of the bed.  I cannot get to “my side” of the bed - although I believe “side” is really an oxymoron.  There is a minuscule space on either side of the bed that is supposed to serve as a path.  Unfortunately, that path is no longer available because our computer printer and my guitar are on my side and a bookshelf is on Bill’s side.  As I was saying, I have to climb into bed first from the foot of the bed on Bill’s side and move diagonally to my side.  Try doing this after knee surgery when one knee is completely out of commission!  It’s hell when I have to go to the bathroom at night - especially if the stupid fold-up chair has unfolded. 

I looked up “RV” in Wikipedia just for the heck of it.  Here’s their definition: "a recreational vehicle equipped for camping out while traveling."  We’re traveling alright.  We’re traveling from here to there.  Here is where we are because of our choices.  I made the choice, and my family agreed, to sacrifice by downsizing.  We sacrificed so that I could leave my salaried teaching job to follow a dream.  My dream was to run a program for special needs adults so that they could experience empowerment through employment. 

I am so blessed to have a family that supported this decision and I’m so blessed to be actually running such a program; Exceptional Entrepreneurs.  I know that here in this RV is not where we want to be forever, but it is the road less traveled that will give us all stories to tell, laughs and some tears along the way...
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

                                       Robert Frost