Holidays. Holidays are the one thing I have wondered how we would handle since we came up with the crazy idea to go tiny. Well, they are here! I decided to update you all on how things have been going and how we are tackling the Christmas season.
This week makes five months that we have been in the tiny house. Matt said all his people were betting on six months so he is excited we are about to prove them all wrong. All my people are betting on a year so we still have a ways to go. Honestly, we have NO plans to move at any point in the future. But we have been known to make hasty decisions in the past so I suppose only time will tell.
I have never been more excited to see a week end than I have this week. It is Thursday. The pumpkins have been delivered and once again all the kids made it to school dressed in the appropriate attire for their themed day of red ribbon week. It was only hat day for two kids and mismatch day for the other so I cannot pat myself on the back too much. Callan LOVES mismatch day. Seriously. This morning she told me it was her favorite day of the entire year. She told me this as she layered on five pairs of pants. I sure hope she doesn't have to go to the bathroom much today. Dressing out for PE might also present some problems.
There are some things that you just don't think about when you are considering moving into a tiny house. Like red ribbon week. And the pumpkin decorating contest. And it's only October. Let me just tell you- a tiny house is not made for any of these awesome activities. By awesome I mean for the kids. Because going to Hobby Lobby nine times in one week is not awesome for any parent. And spending insane amounts of money to dress like a minion for one day is not awesome. It's despicable. (Go ahead. Laugh.) So let me just tell you about our week so far.
I did it. I finally made time to get pictures of the loft. Actually, I made Callan take the pictures, but she didn't quite capture what I had in mind so I made her take some more. Now I am waiting on Callan and Cooper to wake up so I can go up there and take even more.
The loft, for the most part, has worked well for the older kids. Sometimes at night after all the lights are out I can hear them chatting. Chatting. Not fighting. It is a wonderful sound to hear. There are times that I tiptoe quietly into the kitchen and glance up to see what is going on. Cooper will be lying on the floor and have his head peeking around to Callan's side. It is the sweetest thing ever.
And then there are those times that they are screaming at each other about the line. "You see that line. That is my space. Get back over to your side." Typical. But the sweet chats I hear during the late night hours make up for all of those moments.
Here is what the loft looks like on any given day.
I need a break! School this year is wearing me out. Well... school and birthdays. Callan turned 14 earlier this month, Cooper turned 11 two days ago, and Matt turned older today. But let's face it...when you get older there is no point in celebrating. If you are one of those adults who celebrate yearly and expect presents from those outside your immediate family, I don't get you (or presents for you). And I am ok with that. You probably aren't, but I am.
But all that is irrelevant because I am here to show you Carys's "room." Maybe I can get to the loft this week and finally finish up the tour. It has only taken two months. Don't judge...we have new science standards at school this year
Carys's "room" consists of bunk beds in the hallway. I almost broke my neck to photograph it for you, but sacrifice is my middle name. Unless you want me to attend your 37th birthday party, and 38th, and 39th. If we are besties, I might come to the 40th, but don't expect a present.
Here is the hallway! (aka Carys's abode)
I know we aren't quite finished with the tour of the house, but the big kids are still working on cleaning the loft so I can take pictures. They struggle. Maybe this week.
In the meantime, I asked Matt if he would be my guest blogger this week and write how he feels about our transition. I had to remind him a couple of times, but he got it done! So here, you go... Matt's point of view. And yes, he even penned the title.
Ooooohhhhh look. It is the post that is going to answer all of those questions that have been lingering in the back of your head since I first posted about us moving into a tiny house. Only the bold have dared ask the question you all want answered. And even they have asked in code. How in the world are you and Matt going to (pay the taxes, relate, ummmm...you know, insert other awkward phrases here) in a tiny house? Well.... the answer is.... just like we have in every other house we have lived in. So let's get on with the tour. Here is is, people. The love shack.
And it's a nice pot at that- especially since Matt changed the toilet lid so it doesn't slide from side to side when you sit down. I HATE that! Everyone who has gone into the bathroom has commented on how much larger it is than they expected. Now the tub is super short, but other than that it is just a normal bathroom and you could find one just like it in any normal house. Check it out.
Let's see what I need to tell you about the bathroom. It took a lot of time to figure out how to store toiletries for five in such a small space. The wire basket beside the toilet serves as a hamper. It is only big enough to hold one load of clothes. Since the laundry has to be done daily that is not a problem. The basket contents alternate between towels and clothes depending on which is in the washer.
The shelves are made from old wood from Matt's dad's farm. I love that! It is one of my favorite parts of the house. Let's take a closer look.
Let's continue the tour. I had planned to post this earlier in the week, but I will not lie- with school starting back this week, the kitchen has been in no state to be photographed. So after school today, I grounded the kids from technology until the kitchen was clean. About five minutes later, we were good to go. Here it is!
Yes, you read that correctly. We are adding a member to the family. For those of you that thought, "Oh I had been wondering. I noticed a little belly on her last week." SHAME ON YOU!!! You know that belly is the chips and queso at work! Besides, this factory is shut down.
Really though, we got a puppy. Just when you thought we couldn't have lost our minds any more- we did.
And it's a boy.
And the kids don't know yet. Well they will by the time I post this, but at this moment they are inside watching Disney channel, arguing over who gets to play the Switch, and complaining that they might have to bathe tonight. First world problems. They have no idea what is about to happen.
They want a dog- especially Callan. Carys wants a horse. I can't help Carys. Cooper likes the idea of a puppy as well, but Callan has been begging. For years she has begged and begged.
Callan wants a dog so badly that she is even going to get up at 5 am to exercise the puppy before school. Callan's pupils have never seen anything other than her eyelids at 5 am so I am not convinced; however, Callan's eyes spend way too much time looking at a screen of some sort. Congratulations, Callan. Meet your technological distraction. And I will be waking you up in the mornings. And in the middle of the night when he needs to potty.
We waited until we moved into a tiny house and bought a puppy. Logical. Just like everything else we do in life.
Matt just called! He will be here in an hour!!!
And the surprise was a HIT!!! You can check out the video here.
While we work on his name, here are a few pics.
As promised, here is your tour of the tiny house. I will start at the beginning and make it through the entire house over the next couple of weeks. We will save the loft for last because it will take the kids that long to get it clean. Truth.
I will try to link everything we have purchased in case you are interested in purchasing anything. Or in case you are just nosy and want to see how much everything cost. I always fall in the latter category so no judgement here.
Here is the living room, dining room, and occasionally the guest room. Who am I kidding. No one wants to come over to stay anymore. Actually, Callan did have one friend stay the night. We shall see if she accepts the next invitation. Stay tuned.
We had a wonderful time giving all of you a tour of the house this past weekend! Thanks to you, we raised a little over $500 for the Smiles Park! Things have actually been going better than expected since we moved into the house a little over a month ago. I think everyone actually agrees about that!
I mean we did discover while we were getting ready for church Sunday that we all brush our teeth right before we have to leave. Who knew? We are going to work on staggering our brushing, but I think we can manage that.
Here are some pics from the party! I know you all want a detailed tour of the house. I promise I am working on that. The girls and I are taking a quick trip to the beach before school starts and once we get back I will give you the grand tour- from top to bottom. I will even let you peek in all the cabinets and drawers!
I have plants, y'all. Real live plants. Take a close look at that adjective- live. In a few weeks I hope that I can still use that word to describe them. You see, I kill plants. I bought a succulent three weeks ago and it is dying. How does one kill a succulent?!?! I don't know either, but I did. "Mist it once a week," the instructions stated. Surely, I thought, I can handle that. And I did. I have misted it exactly three times since I bought it. And it's brown. It should be green. Oh well. You never know unless you try.
So back to the landscaping... it is gorgeous!!! I thought I should post some pictures today. You know...while it's green.
Isn't it fabulous! Thanks so much to David Foster at Southern Living Landscape for putting my vision into place. Now let's all pray they live. Seriously.
The Tiny Tour is this weekend. After that I will post photo tours of the house on the blog for all of you to see. I will also try to link all the items we have purchased for the house to help with organization. Until then...
We have been so busy around here lately that I haven't had much time for blogging (well that and I don't have internet), but I am finally getting a minute to sit down and give all of you an update. The week after we moved in we packed right back up and headed on vacation. After packing, Matt said, "I think I just packed up all of my clothes." You did, honey. You did.
We usually go to the beach, but this year we decided to go to Austin, TX. Here is a brief recap.
We packed everything we had just unpacked.
We drove all day long.
We rented a tiny house for the first two nights.
We went to Krause Springs.
We went shopping. (the kids loved this)
We moved to a hotel where my college roomie and her family met up with us.
We went to TopGolf. (I am AWFUL.)
We ate salsa at every meal one day.
We went to see UT.
We went to South Congress.
We shopped some more.
We got rolled ice cream.
We moved hotels again. (Matt loves changing where we are staying during a trip. Loading and unloading the car is his FAV!)
We went to Schlitterbahn.
We drove home to a HOT MESS at our house. (more on that in a few)
And you better believe that when someone has gas in the new house, everyone knows about it. The phrase- take it outside- has an entirely new meaning. Anyway, let me get back on track. Gas. We have propane gas at the house which means we now have hot water and are fully operational. Three days of living in the tiny house with no hot water was challenging, but thankfully we still had access to the awful house during that time so we just packed up and bathed there. We survived. Barely.
Isn't it lovely? Just what every homeowner dreams of... a big grey tank in the backyard that obstructs the view of the water. Maybe I am being a bit dramatic. Really- I will take the tank because it means I have an endless supply of hot water for showers!!! Well, an endless supply until it unexpectedly runs out which I am sure will be on a school morning when one of the kids wakes up vomiting and we all need showers. But you know...until then.
We finally managed to get all moved out of the awful house. Matt made a gazillion trips to the donation center because I was just too tired to be garage selling. Or lazy. You can call it lazy if you want. I call it tired and it is my summer break so I should be actually breaking.
Many times Matt would drive up to the donation center right at closing time to drop a load. (of donations, people...come on!) The worker would always say, "This ain't getting sorted today." Matt always replied, "Fine by me."
Eventually the worker told him, "Man, you are killing me one car load at a time."
Now, this is a beautiful sight...an empty awful house! Matt even cleaned it. I wanted to pay someone. Matt said he would do it. Whatevs. I am really gonna miss that wallpaper though.
This morning, I made our last drop off at the donation center. You know your house is small when you can't even have a laundry hamper. Those laundry hampers have held unmatched socks for eight entire years. Today they were empty. I told the spare socks that I was sorry I had failed them in life by not finding their solemates (take a minute...laugh...). Then I threw the socks away. Gasp!
Freedom is having only matched socks in the house. Try it. In every load of clothes all the socks have had matches. And then we fold them and put them up. Y'all. I haven't experienced this in a long time. I may have to wait in line to pee at my house, but by golly I don't have a hamper of socks anymore! (And I have only had to wait for the bathroom one time. So far.)
So we have lived in the tiny house a little over week now. How is it going you might ask? The first five days were awful. I was stressed and I yelled a lot. At the kids. At Matt. At the low ceilings in the bathroom. At the dirt in the front yard. At the dirty dishes left on the counter. It was bad. I was retraining everyone in this new lifestyle and my patience was gone after the first night. Since we have gotten unpacked, things have been much better. I have tried to be sweet and patient when reminding the kids to bring the dirty clothes to the washing machine or when reminding them to wash out their dishes in the sink. The one major difference in this house is that cleaning can't wait. Everything has to be picked up immediately. That is the one thing we are all adjusting to right now. The kids would tell you that not having wireless internet or cable tv hooked up yet is their main adjustment at the house. You know. First world problems.
So we are surviving. We cannot wait for you all to see the house at The Tiny Tour! If you would like more information on that, please message me. After the event, I will do a room by room tour on the blog! Until then I will keep you posted on our survival in small spaces. (They are happier than they look. I promise.)
I am Chamie, wife to Matt; mom to Callan (14), Cooper (11), and