And that's okay. I don't need fancy to be happy. Just come over to my house some time, you'll see. No, my concern isn't about looks, it's about functionality. Specifically, MY functionality. See, what I'm really worried about is this:
We have four kids. And one of them is a baby who will only sleep in her own crib, and who rocks herself to sleep every night (yeah, it's weird, but google says it's not unheard of, and GOOGLE KNOWS ALL). And one of them is a three-year-old who during a road trip last year did the following to keep herself awake: pulled her hair, pinched herself repeatedly, banged her head against the side of her carseat, tried to rip her own ears off, GAGGED herself, poked herself in the eye, and performed a series of vocal exercises that culminated in Mommy's eardrum rupturing (well, it felt like it anyway).
Neil thinks I am being quite pessimistic, in insisting that extended stays in the R.V. may lead to severe sleep deprivation and OTHER HORRIBLE CALAMATIES THAT MY IMAGINATION IS CURRENTLY TRAUMATIZING ME WITH.
And I have to admit, I can be quite pessimistic at times. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm
VanderVision Tip of the Day: Kim - Sleep = Not Awesome.
Okay, so that's more of a warning than a tip, but true nonetheless.
Yes, yes, we'll make some awesome family memories in this contraption. I'm just worried that most of the R.V. stories my kids tell some day will start with the line, "So, remember the trip we took right before Mom had her nervous breakdown?"