The Oregon Trail Begins

June 25, 2015

We’re finally back from our Oregon adventure and it truly was an adventure. We had an absolute blast, the boys especially, so get ready, I have several blog posts worth of photos to share, but why don’t we start with a conversation about our accommodations for the 2 weeks. I’m not going to sugar coat it, it was rough. It was the brainchild of The Husband and it was a camper van. An old, tired, small, in desperate need of a good scrub, “I can’t believe you did this to us”, “I want a divorce” camper van. His mad genius argument was that he would buy an old camper, which he did, it would be our home for 2 weeks like a bunch of gypsies, which it was, we could drive it to the coast, which we did (sidebar: said camper almost didn’t make the drive to the coast, reminder: it was vintage) and at the end of the 2 weeks, we would sell it and go back to our normal lives, and we did. However, when we arrived in Oregon and went to meet our new “investment”, it became emotional. As a mother I was already mentally stressing about getting through the logistics of a typical day with a 3 year old and a 16 month old in the tight and cramped confines of a camper, but now that tight cramped space was for want of a better word, gross. The thing looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in this decade. I was instantly silent. Thats how I operate when I’m mad as hell, no words, but a lot of long, deep, audible breaths. I’m a living breathing time bomb and I’m minutes away from exploding.

Husband: “What do you think? Not bad eh?”

Me: “ARE YOU F#@KING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!?”

And thats pretty much the gist of our conversation. A heated back and forth between a loving couple over how they were going to make this work. Honestly, if it weren’t for the 2 little boys, prancing around outside the camper like a couple of excited ponies, I would have baled. But there I was, rubber gloves on, armed with multiple bottles of various kinds of bleach and disinfectant, scrubbing for Ireland. That thing was sparkling by the time we were done with it.

And here we are, one big happy gypsy family, on our way to the camp ground pool. I’m smiling for the sake of the children.

The boys enjoying breakfast one of the mornings.

Giving our home a sponge bath.

Someone is pissed cos Daddy won’t let him use the scrubber.

Victory!

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