Don't hate me. We canceled our internet at home because it never worked, so unless I want to go blog at McDonald's I am out of luck. You can't blame me for avoiding that place. Oh...why don't I just go to Starbucks you ask? BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE ONE!!! Ridic. So here I am, finally writing, to fill you in on the things I have been missing since we moved into the tiny house almost eight months ago. 1. Internet: Yes, we do have plans to get internet again. We began this process right after Christmas. One word. Comcast. That should explain everything. 2. Buying in bulk: I am the queen of deals. When I find a good deal, I buy all of the things. Now I cannot. Our pantry consists of two cabinets and the stairs. We make trips weekly to buy toilet paper, paper towels, etc... Thank goodness for grocery pick up because I hate grocery shopping. In fact, today we went into the grocery store- with the kids. They haven't all been in a grocery store with us since we moved. OH MY WORD!!! They were acting a fool- touching everything, asking for everything, crying and making a scene because I told them to pick one kind of cereal. NEVER AGAIN! 3. Taking my time in the bathroom: While we have not experienced many emergencies regarding the bathroom, I do miss leisurely washing my face, brushing my teeth, showering, and taking care of other bathroom business. In the tiny house, you get in and get out. 4. My own toothpaste: Oh my word my family cannot squirt toothpaste without making a mess or squeeze the tube smoothly from top to bottom. I am a failure as a mother. And a wife. Who am I? What has happened to me? And where is the lid to the toothpaste?!?!?!?!?!? 5. Shopping: I love to shop (except for groceries)... mostly online. And I have to admit, I have done MUCH better! Matt would debate, but this is only because I have had a relapse over the past couple of weeks. Someone, I won't name any names, introduced me to a bag company (Nena and Co.) that I fell in love with. I love bags. Like LOVE LOVE LOVE bags. Well... I got one. And then another. And a couple more after that. (As Matt pointed out while I was taking this picture, it happened to be more than a couple.) I apologized to Matt and am back on the wagon again. But I am not selling my bags. And I will limit myself from this point forward. I hope. Update: one bag is for sale. 6. TV with Matt: Matt and I used to record a couple of shows and then watch them in the living room once the kids went to bed. We have never been in room TV watchers. In fact, for years we didn't even have a TV in the room. If I am in my bed, I am going to sleep- not watching TV. Once the kids are asleep, our only TV option is in the room so we don't watch much TV together anymore. 7. Space for projects: Cooper is in the talent show this week. I told him he could be in the talent show with his friends if I was not the one in charge. That is what I said, but that is not what happened. You win some, you lose some. His "talent" requires lots of props. I don't have anywhere to keep all of that stuff so the back of my car has become the craft/prop/project storage shed. I suppose things could be worse- I used to have a Civic. But they sure were cute! 8. Sending the kids to their room: Too many times the words, "Go to your room," have made it to the tip of my tongue before I remember they don't have rooms to go to. I don't think I used to send the kids to their rooms often, but I guess it was enough for me to notice that I don't have that option anymore. For now, I send them to my room or outside until we can discuss the situation. 9. My side of the bed: I no longer have a side of the bed. I sleep against the wall. Every time I get up I have to climb over Matt. It's quite ridiculous, but I don't want to sleep closest to the door. That's the man's job. You know... so the thieves can get to him first. Looking back at the list, I see that there is nothing I miss that I can't deal with. Are some of the things irritating? Yes. Are they altering my quality of life? No. Well, maybe the toothpaste. What do I not miss? A house note.
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I am Chamie, wife to Matt; mom to Callan (14), Cooper (11), and Archives
September 2017
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