Living in a Trailer

I think the reason I can stand to live in an RV is because I try to keep in mind these ideas:

1. The equity we will have in our home when it gets finished will allow us to explore different business options. We have a few in mind. Or, not! We will just have lots of equity to sit on.
2. We will have the perfect house for us.
3. It's helps me to appreciate what I already DO have. It's kind of like camping (in so many ways)... but think about when you go camping, and you get all dirty and have to pee in the bushes (or use a nasty pit toilet), when you come home, you just really appreciate a flushing toilet and a nice, hot shower, no matter what you thought of your bathroom beforehand. I will LOVE my house when it's finished. Love it.

I can't really think of anything else right now. Because right now, I'm still recovering from the fact that when we left for Bakersfield yesterday, "someone" turned off the kids heater (a radiant heater that we had to put in the kids' area), and we ran out of propane, so the trailer heater wasn't running. It was raining. It was cold. It was 48 degrees in the trailer. Luckily, we had more propane, and in an hour or so, it was almost 60.

This morning, Kacy tried to open our door to leave for the bus stop. Something broke off, and the door wouldn't open. I got Ryan up and the only solution he came up with in a hurry was to open a window and reach through to open it from the outside. The kids got to the bus stop on time, but what a pain in the butt! Seriously- if I want to go outside, which I do frequently, I have to open the window and screen and r-e-a-c-h for the handle outside.

I think it's time to visit the RV repair place.

But, maybe my expectations are too high. After all, some people live in ice caves, which are colder than 48 degrees. So I should stop whining, right? We did get warm eventually. And as for the door, do I really NEED to be able to get out of my trailer with ease and convenience? Because on the plus side, I don't have to worry about the kids leaving without permission, which they tend to do while wearing clean clothes, only to go literally roll in the dirt.(Dirt angles, anyone?) Which reminds me of the laundry I need to do, at the laundromat, because it's rainy and wet outside, and a clothes line just doesn't work in the rain. Plus, a valve broke in my washer, so I have to manually turn the water on and off for each cycle. Which, I've been doing, just grateful I didn't have to drive 35 minutes to the laundromat.

I hate the laundromat. It's super-fun to take little kids to a laundromat.

Not.

And, after that one burnt my clothes in the dryer, I've been a little leery.


I wonder what other "adventures" we will have this week?