I will tell you something about my life right now.
I will tell you something about my life right now.
I have moved Continue reading
It has been so long since I’ve been on this blog I had to look up the password.
Not sure where to begin since I’m trying to keep it together here, but barely hanging on a thread. We are moving into a tiny shoebox house for a couple of months in two weeks, 2 WEEKS, so the packing post-holidays has begun in earnest. It appears however that things are not quite as overwhelming as I thought, originally, since we do not appear to have quite as much useless stuff as I first assumed, but on the other hand, the way we store some of the stuff we want to keep has me ranting and raging on a regular basis lately.
I must find a way to train the entire family how to be more….orderly. Or something. Continue reading
The stress is killing me.
The mirror falling on my child’s head in the ancient bathroom just started a slew of more crappy stuff going on around here. It seems like we’re in the depth of a really deep pit and desperately trying to climb out.
Time for some perspective. Continue reading
Today I broke the lawnmower. You can interpret the title of this post any which way you want: is the lawnmower moody? (yes) Am I moody? (yes) Is anyone else moody because of us? (yes) Continue reading
When people live in tiny homes, built during the post-war era (or thereabouts) a lot of things used to be smaller. Or missing altogether. Electrical outlets come to mind, for example. Although we are not exactly missing outlets at my house, it’s more like there’s not enough of them. I believe code today says you need one every six feet. That would be great, luxurious even because our living room where we do most of our hanging out only has three outlets, and one doesn’t work. The other two are connected to power bars with lamps, computers and other energy-sucking devices plugged into them. That is simply not enough in today’s society.
Back in the post-war era, people seem to have managed with less stuff, and I’m not just talking about electronics. Continue reading
Summer vacation started on Friday at 3:15 pm and it’s been a pretty good start so far. We had tennis lessons, a birthday party, a visit or two, and we set up the backyard pool and a new canopy for shade over the picnic table. Which is where I’m sitting right now typing…this, ladies and gents, is my new office.
*LOVE* Continue reading
We are not the kind of people who enjoy being solicited to. We never, ever respond to unsolicited advice and DH in particular is especially keen on collecting and researching all pertinent information on a specific product or service on his own time at his own leisure, before we go out and talk to experts or sales personnel.
We never, ever buy things at the door, sent to us by email or direct mail. Anyone who thinks we are more inclined to try something or buy something by saying words that begin with “you must” or “you should” or “you have to try” is guaranteeing that we will never get that thing at all. And don’t even think of calling us on the phone….
If we ask for advice, then yeah, sure, I may take you up on a suggestion. I know already that the kind of fridge I want for my new kitchen is currently being used by friends of ours, and I will pester them for information when the time comes to purchase our own new fridge. Their advice will be invaluable and if they are willing to give us some, then I will welcome it.
But to solicit us in our home, uninvited, um…no. Don’t do that.
So, it was a couple of Sundays ago when it happened. This guy and some young woman were halfway down my driveway when my 9 year old son came to me and said ‘Mommy, they want something”. Continue reading
I have no reason to complain at all.
But I have a LONG list of complaints, of late.
We’re all suffering the last of the school days, endure the lunch-making-unpacking-not-eating-can-we-go-for-ice-cream-we-are-staaaarving thing, and frankly, the end seem so far away, still.
We’re in the midst of EQAO standardized testing, as well, which makes the entire ‘get up for school NOW or else’ daily mantra seem even more futile than usual.
I’m depressed. I should be energized and ecstatic because our plans to put a second story on this tiny house has become a reality. The architect is coming on Friday and we are able to provide him with a concrete budget.
This is what our current tiny bungalow feels like:
Ok maybe it’s a bit of an exaggeration, but I am thanking my lucky starts that we finally have access to the outdoors which just expands our living environment by so much more.
This will be the year of transition. I foresee a lot of
whine wine in the coming summer months…I’m hoping that we will all live to see the newly built house in 18-24 months and have not succumbed to the stress of the entire process…I may have to strangle people periodically to maintain my sanity, but such is just how the cookie crumbles ’round here lately.
I will chronicle the journey of our new adventure on a blog. Not sure yet if I’m going to publicize it, but if I am, I’ll post the link here.
I lose many battles in this house, but no battle irritates me more than the endlessness of incoming paper.
The paper that enters my, and most everyone’s house includes, but is not limited to: Continue reading