Well, good gets better amigos, because I just added another closet to my RV. Halellujerrrrr.
I put in a rod and gave Daughter 1 her own closet. I scored major mom points for this. I've got all sorts of blackmail and bartering ideas up my sleeve now. Not only that goodness, but I was also able to hide the wicker laundry hamper in there too. Boo-yah! It previously was next to the TV in the living area. It never held all the clothes anyway, and always looked like it threw up all over the floor. I.was.done.with.that.
|If she spews, it lands where I don't have to look at it :)|
All my canned drinks, bottled water and linens that (ssshhh) always took residence in the booth now have a home too! Yes and Amen. The quilts and towels sit on a seat in the shower. That in itself makes me a feel a bit better. I sorta had the heebie-jeebies thinking about my linens on the floor of the tub. I don't care how much it's sanitized, I just don't think I'd be able to get over that.
|Looks like we need more drinks...|
So all four of us can eat.
At the table.
At the same time.
I forgot how much Daughter 2 talks incessantly while she eats. Bite. Talk. Swallow. Inhale. Bite. Talk. Swallow. Inhale. Repeat.
I didn't remember how Daughter 1 sits on her haunches like she's ready to pounce while she eats.
I recalled how much I'd rather sit at the table than on the sofa.
Good times, good times.
So, when you come to visit me, you can now eat at my table and not have to look at my dirty underwear at the same time.
Just keeping it real, y'all... you'll thank me.