Ummmm...no. No, we aren't.
"How much longer?" they say.
My last few days have been spent in New York City. New York has lots of mosquitoes, too. Who knew! I learned that twenty-four times. They love me.
While I was away, it rained. And it rained and it rained and it rained some more. Do you know what that means? That means no work happened at the house. Sad days. I was able to extend our current lease until the end of June, but that is it. Our landlord has been showing the house to potential renters. I feel like I am selling a house. I do not like that stress. Keeping the house clean and the laundry done is not my strong suit. Thankfully I have been in NYC so my dear husband Matt has had that responsibility. But I am home now. I hope it rents soon!
There was one huge delivery while I was away! Cooper's basketball court arrived! Cooper was on vacation with a friend, so today when he arrived back home we were all set to assemble.
Soooo.... a couple of days ago I got a call saying the house was going to be delivered to the lot the next day which also happened to be my first day of summer vacation. We were so excited!!! I couldn't sleep and although it was my first chance to sleep in for the summer, I was up bright and early. The kids, on the other hand, are on summer sleeping schedule already so I had a good four hours before they would be awake.
Now when you tell me something is going to happen on a certain day, in my mind that means at 8:00 am the process should be underway. I patiently waited until 8 before I drove to the lot. Nothing was there except a squirrel and 1,394,642 mosquitoes. And that is not a lie. It was time for stalker mode to commence.
The day we have been waiting for almost eleven weeks finally came. The house arrived! No, the house is not on our lot yet, but the house arrived in our city! Next step... schedule a day for it to be taken to the lot, run the electric, put in a septic system, go to the bank, and then move in. All of that should be done in the next three to four weeks. Go ahead. Sigh with me. Three to four weeks feels like an eternity at this point. Anyway, here are some pics of OUR house. We will keep you posted on the move. And no worries, when we are finally moved in (and have all the IKEA pieces put together) we are having a party so you can all come and check it out! You know. It will be kind of like the DMV. Take a number and when yours is called you may enter the house.
Soooo...let us revisit the trip to IKEA. The trip that lasted five hours or so and was filled with meatball burps. The thought alone makes me nauseous. The truth is my unusually daring idea to try something new at the IKEA Cafe turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Let me tell you why.
"Has the house come in yet?"
I have heard that question approximately one hundred times over the past couple of weeks. My response is always the same. "Naw, girl."
Last night it happened again while I was eating out.
As I was walking by, I heard a friend say, "Has the house come in yet?"
So the habitual response came out of my mouth- "Naw, girl." Except as I was walking back to my table I realized that I had been speaking to a male. And I called him a girl. Oops.
My friends, it is getting close. Really close. In fact, we are taking a trip to IKEA this weekend to buy things. Small things. Storage things. A couch. Why IKEA? Because it makes you feel super hip and cool just to enter the door, and when you get hungry you don't even have to leave to eat. Stores with built in cafes win me over. So do bargains, and IKEA has some cheap stuff! I mean where else can you get a barstool for $4.99?! So we will make the trek that many have made before us. Frisco, here we come!
What else has been going on? Let me fill you in.
Well five weeks have come and gone and we still don't have a house. Actually, it has been six weeks today since we ordered the tiny house. I am really hoping that it arrives by the end of next week; however, I know better than to get my hopes up. We have seen some progress this last week. Dirt was brought onto the lot for the house pad (on the left) and for the driveway/ concrete slab (on the right). Some progress is better than no progress.
Life lately has been like a really long game of duck, duck, goose. Boring, boring, boring, boring, BAM! And everything happens all at once. Just in the past few days, we have started to have hope again. Y'all probably were starting to think we were punking y'all about this whole tiny house thing. Nope. We are still for real. We still haven't changed our minds. So in the past few days...
In December, Matt and I celebrated our fifteenth anniversary. It is crazy how fast those fifteen years passed by. To celebrate, we planned a trip to the beach. Alone. It has been SO strange. I really didn't imagine a trip alone would seem so foreign to me, but all day long, I have noticed the differences between an adult only and family vacation. You know what I am talking about.
It has been one week and one day since we officially ordered the house. They say it will take five weeks for it to arrive. Five weeks. It seems like such a short amount of time especially considering someone is building my house. But the time is going by ever so slowly. My nights have been plagued with dreams of what will actually arrive in four weeks. In one dream, I arrived at the lot to find a doublewide tiny house. Two of my tiny houses were sitting side by side on our lot and there was a door cut in the side of each one to connect them. In another dream, I was about to walk in the door for the inspection and as I peered in and cringed my alarm went off and disrupted what was bound to be a horrific discovery. I wanted to go back to sleep and find out what they did wrong so I could email the company and forewarn them, but that going back to sleep to finish a dream thing never really works out. And we all know how weird an email sounds that begins with the words, "I had a dream about some mistakes you made that you need to fix on my tiny house you are currently building..." Yeah. Ok.
Life has been dragging along as it always seems to do this time of year. There is a lull between the usual activities, the holidays have passed, and the weather...well the weather makes me want to sleep and eat. We have had lots of opportunities to spend more time together at home the past couple of weeks and it turns out we really like each other! Good thing!
One night I decided it would be a good idea to conduct some pre-move interviews to see if going tiny will live up to our expectations. I made sure I interviewed everyone separately and no one knew the questions beforehand. Look at it as research if you will. First up...Callan.
Questions. I get them ALL the time. I really don't mind the questions as I understand that people are curious and intrigued. I do, however, mind questions when they are accompanied by an attitude that clearly implies we are making the worst decision of our lives. We got this.
I am going to try to answer the questions I get the most often. If you have any others, feel free to comment and I will try to answer them all. I'm not going to lie- there are some questions we are still working on figuring out ourselves, but for the most part we have spent a lot of time researching and finding solutions to the problems we feel like we will encounter.
Here lately not much has changed. We have decided to order the tiny house rather than purchase the one on the sales lot. Except for three changes I am making, ours will look exactly the same as the model we have looked at. The first change I am making is the countertops. I am choosing to get something a little lighter, but I have straight up told Matt that if we survive the first year, I am replacing them with granite. The model home has a shower with ceramic tile surround and glass door. While it is really nice, we decided to downgrade and get the shower/ bathtub insert. I am not sure if I will actually be able to fit in the tub, but I will try! Because it has a shower curtain, it will also provide some privacy in case someone else needs to come in and use the bathroom while someone else is showering. The last thing we changed is we will eliminate the electric fireplace in the living room. It is cheesy. And it is hot in Louisiana. And we need a piece of furniture there with drawers for storage.
Here are a few pics of the inside. Now, they were tricky and used one of those lenses that stretches everything out; however, it is very well organized and designed!
I have three kids and, although I am partial, they are pretty amazing. Sure they have their moments that make me question my parenting skills, but overall I think they are pretty good kids.
Along this journey to live in a tiny house, I have constantly questioned how this decision will impact my kids in the long run. Matt hears this question daily.
"Are the kids going to be ok?"
He always answers the same, "The kids will be fine, Chamie."
So I accept that answer and move on. But then people start asking me questions about the house and while I know they aren't intentionally trying to make me doubt my decisions, they do.
"Where will your kids sleep?"
"They won't have a real room?"
"Did y'all ask the kids what they thought?"
"How are the kids feeling? Bless their hearts."
So I go back to Matt and say, "Are the kids going to be ok?"
"The kids will be fine, Chamie," he responds again.
And this cycle has continued since the beginning of October. I know we are doing the right thing and deep down I know my kids will be ok, but the thought of failing my kids in any way at all makes my heart hurt.
I went to bed a little earlier than normal last night. You see, Cooper told me he has testing today at school. My kids know that when they have some sort of state test they get breakfast other than cereal.
"I guess you need me to cook breakfast," I said.
"Yes ma'am," he ever so sweetly answered.
"Well what do you want?" I asked.
"Bacon and eggs, " he answered immediately.
"Of course you do," I shot back with a knowing look.
So you see people, my kids might not have their own rooms, but I cook breakfast on big test days gosh darn it.
Anyway, because I went to bed early last night, I missed several texts from my friends. I awoke to a link (from a friend who has been feeling super sorry for my kids). She text the words,"Thornton....I have tears."
Click here to see what she sent.
I was like- she has tears?!?!?! I have to read this. So I did. And I cried into my cooking bacon. But now I know- the kids will be fine.