california closets should be jealous....

Can I just tell you how excited I am about my new closet space? Doh! I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner. Our shower/tub combo in the RV has gone unused since October. It's a gas issue-one of those mysterious smells that no professional can put their finger on. They're all, "No, I can't find any leak." No more money out the window for someone to look at it again and again. But, there is definitely a smell; a strong smell. Enough that the dog gets sick if we leave him in the RV for an extended amount of time while we're gone and when we return, we start feeling funny too. So, no showers and hot water since then. The gas is turned completely o.f.f.  I wash dishes in cold water and use an antibacterial dishsoap. We've been showering at the campgrounds where we stay if we're not boondocking. (Not all showers are created equal, but that's another post.) So far, so good.

Well, good gets better amigos, because I just added another closet to my RV. Halellujerrrrr.




Score!


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.
Glorious.

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.