It is just Daughter, Youngest and me out there. We sleep in the camper every other night or every third night. I push it off for as long as possible, preferring, quite frankly, the comfort of my own bed rather than the king-sized camper one. Why spend $1,000 on a mattress -- granted, many years ago -- only to sleep on something only one step up from a foam pad on the ground of a tent?
Because Eldest has already timed out of wanting to sleep near me, so I keep my eye on the clocks within the two younger ones and I see it's only a matter of time before Pete is the only one who wants to still sleep with me. [Which isn't to say I don't appreciate that, mind you.] [And, no, I don't think he'll ever not want to still sleep with me, thanks for asking.]
So the three of us are sleeping in the camper. It's what we do. For about nine years, we have had first a tent and now the camper as the place we spend many a summer night. Do the neighbors appreciate a camper parked in the driveway? Probably not. But the ones who once had kids envy me my own smallish children, so they take it in stride. The ones who have never had kids? See what happens when you buy a short sale with no disclosures available about the odd folks next door?
It is noisy in the trailer. I hear the kook down the street doing bizarre tasks in the middle of the night. Hey, I know, let's take apart one of the rotting husks of a car. Or, wait, I know, let's listen to conservative talk radio at an extremely high volume. Or, no, even better, let's shout obscenities at passers-by.
There are the crows, of course, who seem to have erected a nest in the tree overhanging the driveway and, of course, the trailer.
There are the raccoons and the deer and the turkeys and the skunks, along with our outdoor-living-is-her-thing cat Ruby.
And, most recently, there is the stupid neighbor who has decided to set her sprinklers to go off at 3:30 a.m.
It is that last point that has me trudging into the house and up the stairs to find a bathroom at such a hideous hour. And it is that last point that has me considering one of these:
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