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I document life chasing three young children, renovating a house, traveling in an Airstream and just being me.

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Is it Monday?

Is it Monday?

Is it Monday? Yesterday, was one of those days that you wake up and wish you could start over. It was a Tuesday, not a Monday, but boy did it go like a Monday. We have had our fair share of issues with the Airstream lately. If you don't know we have been living in our 30 foot Flying Cloud bunk for 1.5yrs now. I wrote a blog about it for Airstream a while back so please check that out before judging Runaway Mayzie in this post. She really had been rock solid until the last several months when she started getting cranky. (I think its because we bought a house and she's mad as my step-mom suggested.) 

So the latest issue she has decided to have involved the converter charger for the 12v system. It stopped working and at the same time one of our batteries mysteriously became loose. We haven't moved Mayzie in a few weeks so that is odd but true nonetheless. The evening before last is when all of this decided to happen, meaning that for the overnight we didn't have lights, our fridge wouldn't stay working properly (it needs 12v even when running on AC), we couldn't flush our toilet (macerater) and, of course, we didn't have hot water (the electric and gas heaters both need AC power). We have boondocked many MANY times but this was worse because the 12v system keeps you comfortable while boondocking and I wasn't prepared for a tent camping like evening. It has finally decided to cool off in the Florida panhandle so of course that evening was a also chilly, with the inside of our Airstream getting down to the low 60's.  Did you know the thermostat also uses 12v to work properly? I was glad it was cool vs hot though, it's the little mercies right.

Tuesday morning, we woke up late and then had to walk to the bathhouse to get ready in shifts. We did let the kids use the Airstream toilet as our batteries were just charged enough for a flush or two. I had a different place to be than Tyler so I loaded Lowell and Isla into my car. Crank... and nothing... on top of the Airstream not working, my Expedition decided to also have an issue that morning. (I had just test driven a van so maybe she was mad, but l had decided to keep her!) 

On top of that, I had weighed Lowell recently for his 6 month photo and according to my scale he had lost weight. His scheduled appointed for the day before had slipped my mind so I needed to take him in to a walk-in time to be weighed. Even though I know weight is not the only factor in a growing baby, lower numbers concern my less-rational self. 

Our house, in full renovation at this point, is already over-budget, has extensive termite damage we didn't know about, and a permitting problem with the pool.  Oh the joys of renos.

By 10am I was over it. I had a torn-apart house, a broken Airstream home, a broken car and a light-weight baby.  I was feeling guilty about shedding some tears to my family about all of the chaos of yesterday. My problems with broken things and the renovation I am fortunate enough to be able to afford are nothing compared to those battling mental illness, cancer, death, poverty and so many other greater issues.  Then, the kindest lady at the pediatricians office reminded me that it's ok to feel overwhelmed and sad over things that we can't control, no matter how small. We all need a lifting up sometimes. So to everyone dealing with their own "Monday's" here's a hug! 

Lets end on a happy note: a call to a mobile tech RV proved worth-while and, as I sit here writing this, he is on his way to heal Mayzie. AAA jumped my Expedition yesterday so I could drive it to the shop. The battery was bad but there are also some other issues with the AC condenser and the suspension. With 90,000 miles on her at what point should I get a new car? (Probably not while bleeding money for our renovation. Right?) The best news of all was about Mr. Lowell; on his pediatrician's scale he hasn't lost weight, he has gained a minor amount, grown even longer and is meeting all milestones. Plus, his smile lasts for miles and you can't complain about that!

Low-Low's 6 mths Old!

Low-Low's 6 mths Old!

My infant hates the car...

My infant hates the car...