My family suffers from one of society’s most common and prevalent afflictions: too much. Too much clutter, too much to do, too much general busy-ness. My husband and I are both self-employed Type-A personalities and there are many weeks when we work upwards of 50 to 60 hours. Our two daughters are both in competitive cheerleading that gobbles up eight hours each a week of their “spare” time. Add to the mix all the regular mundane chores like homework, laundry, and grocery shopping – and we have an active social life.
While there’s no doubt it’s a good life, every once in a while it can get, well, overwhelming. When it all gets too much for me to handle, I metaphorically throw out my hand and slam it hard on our escape hatch.
Our family’s “escape hatch” sits on six wheels and is 40 feet long. From the outside it looks like your typical motorhome, but don’t be deceived; it’s so much more than that. Our RV has become our shelter from the storm and our first go-to when we need a family reset. “But it’s just an RV,” some may scoff. Not so, I’d counter. It’s a family containment unit and when the outside world has us paying more attention to our screens than to each other, it’s time to hop inside for status updates that are spoken instead of texted.