Life is Dirty

So we have been on the road in our RV for a little over a week now and my first major lesson - LIFE IS DIRTY!  And I'm not just talking figuratively, I mean literal dirt, everywhere!  And in just a little over a week I've also learned that you have to get over most of the dirt - there are just some things not worth fighting over!
We've had three kids with us - four year old William, six year old Peyton and sixteen year old Zach - so the fact that dirt ends up everywhere shouldn't be a surprise.  Yet, somehow it was to me.  I mean, in a house the dirt usually stays close to the entryways, or at least on the floor.  In an RV the dirt ends up on the floor, the couch, the bunk, the bed and all over the bathroom - because things are stuffed in cabinets everywhere.  So if above mentioned four year old has to step on the bed to get a towel from a high cabinet, the four year old's brain doesn't care if there is sand all over their feet.  However, when I climb into bed at night I'm not so excited about the sand in my sheets!
The shower situation isn't always the best - better when the campsite has nice, warm bathhouses - because the RV shower is small and if you are newbies and forget to dump your grey water tank (yes we did this!) the back-up water is...icky!   So sometimes you don't always feel completely clean either.
And the kids fight, the cat eats plastic and throws up, the sewage dump stinks to high heaven and three boys in a small space means horrendous smells - but we wouldn't trade any of it right now!  I've just decided that life is dirty - literally and figuratively - but I'd much rather have sand in my bed and sewage smell lingering occasionally than a 50 hour work week full of meaningless stress!
 

I am a mother and stepmother, fierce slayer of mental illness, writer and traveler.  I love the constant change of the road, and the experiences it brings our family.