So, if you’ve been following my blog for any length of time, you know we are living in a 29′ trailer. (And if you didn’t know that, now you do.) I’ve posted previously about some of my space management here and here.
We’ve been living in this trailer since June of 2011, so it’s been over 2 years. As soon as it gets warm enough in the spring, we move over to the unfinished house at night for sleeping. It’s nice to be able to spread out that way. But it is inevitable that cold times will again come and it’ll be back to the trailer. I anticipate that this will be happening in about a month, since we got chilled out of the house in about mid-October last year.
So, we’ll embark upon Winter #3 in 232 square feet of living space for two busy little girls, two adults, and a cat. Let’s rehash the last three winters a little bit, shall we?
I am a pregnant, emotional, and volatile basketcase. Mr Pine Nut and I are in twin beds with GooGoo on the floor between us. But the house’ll be done by the time the baby’s born!
And sometimes my laundry room looked like this:
And other times it looked like this:
The baby has been born!! And the house is not finished. I’m no longer pregnant, but I’m more volcanic than Winter #1. Mr Pine Nut and GooGoo now occupy the twin beds, while Lou Who and I are out in the kitchen on the dinette bed (which means that Mr Pine Nut’s workspace had to be relocated to the table we use for eating). But the laundry room is now in the house (YAY YAY YAY).
So, here’s my projection for Winter #3.
I’m on medication. I’ve had therapy. I’m no longer a volcano, and my hope is that when I get off the medication I will continue to be in control, like a rational, normal human being.
The house isn’t finished; it’s going to be a long time before it is. The fact is, this is my life now, and I’m okay with it. Not just resigned, but really okay. Someday things will be different, but this is what it is now.
Part of my life is living most of my time in cramped quarters and cooking on 2 square feet of counterspace.
Part of my life is highstepping over toys on the floor and having all flat surfaces covered with hard drives, pots and pans, and drying plastic bags.
Part of my life is not having extra money to buy cashews and having to substitute sunflower seeds.
But I am blessed. I have a roof and a heater and cupboards that are overflowing with food, albeit simple food. I have two beautiful girls, and a cat to cuddle on cold nights. I have a hardworking husband who is there for us, and I would rather have him with less money than all the money in the world and a husband who didn’t care.
I’ve decided that I’m going to up our quality of life in the trailer this winter. When we first lived here, we were using our second-rate dishes and silverware. Last Thursday I decided ENOUGH. We’re using our GOOD dishes and our NICE silverware and our GLASSES instead of plastic tumblers of TACKY MISMATCHEDNESS. We’re going to hit this winter with style and finesse. Trailer dwellers are not automatically trashy, no matter what outward appearances may indicate.
And that is that.