Due to us needing to put as much space as possible without fleeing the country between us and a abusive ex, I find myself living in a camper with my two partners, 3 kids, 4 dogs, and a cat. I’m learning a lot of things despite having lived with all of them for the 2 years prior to the move.
All the kids did not believe that corn was grown outside of Colorado and had their minds blown when we passed by fields of it in every state on the way to Maine
Our old golden retriever/st Bernard mix who we thought wasn’t going to do well in the camper due to health reasons is fucking thriving. He actually jumps onto the adults bed when there’s room when back at the old house he struggled with just moving from the living room to the foyer.
Cat is loving that his best friend, wolf dog, keeps booping Dalmatian on the head when he starts trying to chase cat.
Wolf dog has decided that due to cat’s litter box being a very thin piece of wood away from the den she’s made underneath the table that she gets to decide when it’s cleaned. She does so by dragging the cushions off the bench that we turned into the cat’s cubbyhole.
10 wants to cut his hair to look more like a boy because 14 keeps telling him he looks like a girl which not wrong but rude because I love 10’s hair
11 apparently struggles with object permanence. We’ve told her numerous times that bf works during the week and she still always asks where he is
Gf loves homeschooling the kids but refuses to entertain doing that for other people as a job
11 refuses to talk to 10 until lunch every day because he farted in his sleep
10 got it in his head that wasps are more aggressive in fall and I told him that. I told him they were more aggressive than bees.
14 stated he misses being able to gremlin whatever that means.
All kids are adamant that they’ve never seen the ocean. We are literally a 15min walk to the coast and have done it multiple times.
Gf doesn’t get why all three of us sharing a blanket is weird and somehow always manages to steal the bit of the blanket that bf and I had sex under recently.
Bf likes to steal both my pillow and my stuffed tiger if I’m out of bed for more than a minute. It’d be adorable if he just rolled over onto my pillow but he straight up takes my pillow, put it underneath his, then hugs Basil(like the actor, not the herb) to his chest and promptly falls asleep.
Dalmatian proved that he did figure out how to open the crate we built for him and open the camper door. He only wanted to go poop in the fire pit.
Gooblin is pretty sure she needs to tangle up her long lead leash around the camp chairs and try to yeet people out of them when they sit down.
Gf is learning that domestic duties are not my forte. I’m a ranch hand, I fix shit and herd livestock. Not cooking or cleaning.
We’re pretty sure the Dalmatian and golden Bernard are husbands while wolf dog and Gooblin are girlfriends. Cat just wants to hang out in the playpen or his cubbyhole.