It’s a windy Tuesday and we are all in the RV. It’s pretty cozy, (all those throw pillows are helping. 🙂 I knew there was a reason to bring them). Okay, and screens. Screens are helping too. Everybody is on a screen right now! (Insert a nervous smile, because we are all familiar with what happens after screens, right? WWIII.) No, screens are NOT my favorite, and we limit them, but there is a thing called “necessary evil” right? Maybe this doesn’t apply to iPads, but alas, it’s where we’ve landed after a kind of rough start to this morning and a continual wind that blows sand in your face.
Over all, I would say RV life has been fun and better than I expected, but this morning was hard. Getting back into school after a four day weekend with five kids in a 5×10 space because it’s cold and windy outside wore me out. To say the least. I ended up walking out of the the RV when the eggs fell because I needed air. And patience. Fighting one to get out his school book, while another wanted eggs, while another one kept trying to ask me a question, while my five-year-old daughter kept saying, “Mommy, mommy. Mommy,” only for me to finally ask her what she wanted and her reply, “I love you.”
Sweet girl. I love her too.
If only I had more patience some days. And 15 hands. Those would be great too.
Honestly, today would have been hard RV or not. Some days are just like that.
Getting back into any groove you’ve gotten out of it always a challenge, whether it’s running or cooking or reading your Bible. Or homeschooling your kids.
We’ve been doing the four-day school week, Monday thru Thursday, which I have been loving. It gives us Fridays as a freebie. A full day to adventure, explore, and do some life-learning.
This past Friday, we went whale watching. One of my life goals is to see a whale breach in the water, like in the commercials for Pacific Life. I’m going whale watching until that happens. Mark my words. Well, that didn’t happen Friday. Obviously. Or else there would be a BIG humpback whale breaching at the top of this post and I wouldn’t be writing about a windy Tuesday. But, it was refreshing to be out on the water with the wind in our hair and the sun on our backs. We didn’t see any whales actually, (it’s a little early), but we encountered a pod of 50 Bottlenose dolphins and met another super sweet homeschooling family. The dolphins swam with the boat, in front of, behind, and next to us, even jumping out of the water to give us a show! It was Sea World in the ocean! Such a treat. Even the biologists on the boat said this was an unusual experience. Grateful.
Saturday, I had a chance to speak to a mom’s group at SeaCoast Grace Church and it was fantastic. A gift to fellowship with moms, even if we froze, wore masks, and kept our distance. My heart was warmed all the same. Mostly, the same I guess. I do miss hugs. I am SUCH a hugger. You don’t realize how much physical touch is a love language until you’re not supposed to physically touch people! I find myself apologizing a lot. I do the Elaine from Seinfeld thing where I hit people on the shoulder when I get excited. Sorry. Not trying to spread Covid, just laughing at a joke. And yes, I was one who would reach out and touch the pregnant belly of a mom I was meeting for the first time. Forgive me. For better or worse, I am getting better at refraining.
Physical touch. Physical presence. There is something about being in the presence of people that makes our hearts happy. (Though some space does help, as I realized this morning! ;)). I hope we don’t forget about the soul healing that happens when we get together once this COVID thing has passed us over (Lord, please please may it pass). I remember hearing in high school once that a person needs 12 hugs today. That is a lot of hugs. Pretty sure even though I’m a hugger I’m not dishing out nor receiving 12 of them every day. I should probably work on that.
Sunday, we made it to church! A big outdoor church service and it was so good. We got In N Out Burger for lunch, like we usually did when we went to church and it felt kinda normal, even though we ate on the curb in the parking lot because there is once again no outdoor dining in CA. It was a tradition, church and burgers, that I’m glad we got to live out in our very nontraditional, atypical life these days. We all enjoyed it. Curbside delivery.
Monday was laundry day, among other things. Actually it ended up being pretty full with a zoom meeting, cleaning up the place, and a few in person visits, which were sweet.
And so here we are, Tuesday, super windy and kinda cozy. A day inside the RV is nice once in a while. The kids spend 90% of every day outside, which is amazing. (Thinking I should really track it for a few days and see.) As soon as they are finished with breakfast and have changed their clothes they go outside, scootering, biking, playing in the sand. The world, or the RV park, is literally their playground. It’s pretty dang nice.
As for us, the two adults here doing all the dishes and sweeping and laundry, we are hanging. It’s like I anticipated: high highs and low lows. From Dolphin sightings, to barely a moment to ourselves, to meeting the sweetest old man at the pool, to sand in my bed.
Like last night, for instance, we made a fire on the beach right in our backyard while the kids were sleeping in the camper. We sat and talked as we watch the logs burn slowly and crumble into orange embers, while the clouds above us came and went revealing black sky and tiny diamonds underneath, and the city lights glittered across the bay. It was a beautiful night. And we talked about the ranch and our favorite things from our old house. Fires was one of them. And four wheelers. We talked about good and hard things. RV life and future plans. I loved every minute.
And so, the dying and the rising. The up and the down. Last night was amazing, and this morning was horrendous. For a twenty minutes anyway. We had a do-over and we read the Bible as a family in a mini-family meeting. We apologized and we hugged it out. And we told the kids they can’t be so demanding! Ha. Okay, but really. Lord help us. I know they need us, but how can they need us in a way that saves everyone’s sanity? Praying about that one.
Well, I guess that’s it. We’re alive and well. Grateful for the adventure. Embracing all of it. Excited for what’s ahead. May God go before us and behind us and beside us. That sure helps. 🙂