So this is a thing we are doing now.

Neil and I are very good at ideas.  We are not very good at impulse control.  We like projects and we work really well together.  I hate flying.  So obviously, this had to happen.

Here she is.  She is old and tired, like her mama.

I have been known to watch an HGTV show or two.  I am on Pinterest.  But let's be very clear about this project here.  This is not one of those "new coat of paint and some window treatments" kind of reno.  This is water damage, broken windows, electrical, plumbing, and yes....a new coat of paint and some window treatments eventually.  Where to even start?  Well that is where I come in.

I am riddled with just as many self esteem issues as the next guy.  But I am 45 and I know that I am good at a couple of things.  One of them is wrangling a big project and seeing how to prioritize and break it down to reasonable tasks that keep the panic attacks at bay and allow shit to get done.

So last night we grabbed a bottle of wine, a pad of paper and a pen and we headed on out to our new camper and brainstormed with calm and slightly drunk eyes and penmanship.  

This is just page 1.

But that's cool.  I mean, we got this, right?  This really is where Neil and I kick all the asses.  So as his morning panic attack started to bloom, I crafted up a spreadsheet for the ages.  All projects are now tier 1, 2, or 3.  Tier 1 projects are things that must be done before we can hit the road (install toilet, etc.).  Tier 2 are things that we would have done before we hit the road if we didn't have twin 21 month olds (new cushions and covers, etc.), and Tier 3 is motherfucking skylights, y'all!  More than half of the list is Tier 1.  We then got together and put all of our Tier 1 projects in order to be done.  Can't paint before we replace the water damaged wall panels, you know.  So now we have our plan. 

So once we got the twins down for a nap, we got started on the first item that isn't even on the list anyway.  But that is dumb. I should know better.  Always let yourself cross something off the list!  Anyway.....DEMO.

I am not going to lie.  I get more shit done when this mug is in hand.

No, the window on the left isn't particularly clean.  It's nonexistent.  Tier 1.  

You almost can't tell how disgusting it is.  

Almost.

The bathroom is so barfy, I can't even.

Now you can see what we are up against here.  At least the counter tops are salvageable.  

One of the many water damage spots we found.  

Olive legit helped tear the flooring up.  

I am removing old drawer and cabinet fronts.  I am also modeling my husband's childhood hat.  

Note the randomly applied linoleum pieces that are pretending to be some kind of shelf liner, I guess?
Sometimes, I just don't understand (or like) people.

Holes in the floor.  Sad face.

So here we are, folks.  I started this blog because Pinterest makes me want to murder people.  Okay, maybe I took that too far.  But search for "vintage camper interior" and you will find 47 pictures of far too many carefully arranged throw pillows that say shit like, "Live.  Love.  Dream." with vases holding fresh flowers and country chic (is that a thing?) milk jugs propped up next to a cruiser bike outside that is painted to match the curtains and there are more fresh flowers in the basket of the cruiser and now I am barfing .  Dude.  We are two full sized grown ups with three kids and we may bring our 80 pound dog with us and we need to function here.  We need to sleep and eat and pee.  And play Yahtzee.  Don't get me wrong, it's going to look so rad when it's done.  But my shit is real.

Total items crossed off list today:  0

Total amount of time the twins slept and we were allowed to work:  2 hours

RV Done Yet?  GET IT?  You guys, tell Neil I am funny.  

XO.