Framing Progress and a Hurt Chicken

Things are moving along at an amazing pace. The framing is simply flying up and we can see the house taking shape before our very eyes.

Ready for another Instagram time lapse? Here we go:




(That’s me walking in the front door!)


Isn’t it just so exciting you can’t even stand it?!

It’s totally different seeing the house in REAL LIFE instead of just on a piece of paper. We’ve been kind of taken by surprise by a few things the engineer included that we didn’t realize just from seeing the plans. For example, we didn’t know that he had specified TEN FOOT CEILINGS on both stories. That is… tall. And it winds up making things like doors and windows cost more because they have to be bigger than the usual size, so that’s a bummer. But on the plus side, we have huge windows facing beautiful views and I love them so much I want to squeeze them.

The future kitchen (what you can’t tell from the picture is that the window, which is going to be in front of the sink, is 6 feet wide and 5 feet tall – just in case I want to stand up straight inside the window frame or something):


On the down side, we realized almost as soon as the concrete was poured that we should have included a drain in the garage and the laundry/mud room. We also forgot to include a side entry door into the garage and we’re debating whether to pay the extra cost to have one put in. We did request to have our front door scooched over a bit because it was so close to one of the windows that we wouldn’t have been able to trim either of them out.

But other than that, everything looks great! The framing should be done in another couple weeks – they’re already starting on the second floor. We spent this week looking at windows and doors and I realized that building a house requires having opinions on things like door panel patterns.  Which I don’t. Not yet, at least – I’m sure I will develop some very definite ones before long and I will go around judging the panel patterns on everyone else’s doors with a keen eye.

On the whole, though, being able to walk around in the space has really helped me to be able to envision how I’d like it to be when it’s all done. I’ve been heading up to the house once the framers have finished and walking around with Pinterest pulled up on my phone (if you’re interested in seeing some of my inspiration, you’re welcome to follow me here).

In other news, we have an injured chicken that we’re taking care of. I found her the other morning straggling around on the ground with a big gaping wound in her tail:


Apparently, injured hens need to be separated while they recover because otherwise the rest of the flock, attracted by the sight of the blood (and then discovering that chicken is delicious), will peck at her until she dies. BUT if you keep them separated too long, the rest of the birds will forget who she is and attack her when she’s reintroduced. A perfect catch-22

Upon researching all this, I also discovered that our rooster to hen ratio is far too low. The ideal number should be around thirty hens to one rooster and we only have five! A lower ratio can lead to him getting too aggressive with them, indicated by bald spots on their backs and heads (check) and possible injuries which the other chickens will then attack and make worse (check) .  If we had any doubts about keeping the rooster, they are gone. Now we just need to figure out how to get rid of it. (Anybody want a rooster?)

So, there is your lesson on how to not turn chickens into cannibals. You’re welcome.

When Living in a Bus is a Privilege

The foundation is finished!


We are very excited:


The cement needs a week to dry before framing begins and in the meantime we’ve had to keep it damp to help prevent cracking since it’s been so hot and dry here. (While he was outside spraying it with the hose, Noah said he felt like he was watering the ground so that a house would grow. Ha!)

It is AMAZING how quickly it dried, but we were able to put down some handprints (and footprints) along the side of our front porch. From Instagram:


Having the foundation in place makes it all seem a lot more real to me. The fact that it is becoming real has also put a few things into perspective that have been percolating inside my brain for some time, because in some ways I’ve really taken our situation for granted.

A while ago, I wrote a post “On Choice” where I addressed the point that even though we’re choosing to live in a bus without a lot of amenities, it’s still a hard situation to be in and everybody should be grateful for the modern conveniences that they have and I talked about how we all have choices to make to achieve the goals we aim for. In the post I wrote: “I’m NOT trying to justify our ‘right to complain,’ because that would be kind of silly.”

Can we revisit that for a minute? Although I believe the points I made are still valid to an extent, in retrospect, I think I probably wrote all that exactly out of defensiveness of my right to complain about not having a lot of conveniences even though we are making the choice to live the way we are. Sorry about that.

Over the past few months I have come to realize just how extremely privileged we are to be able to do what we’re doing: live on our own land and build a house from the ground up. Especially considering the fact that just five years ago we were over twenty thousand dollars in debt and Noah was unemployed. That’s a pretty big leap to have made in that amount of time.

There are a lot of factors at play that have led to us being in the position that we’re in now. I feel like in that post I made it seem like it was mostly our choices and hard work that got us where we are, but there’s definitely been some amazing good fortune as well. We had to learn to actually manage our money and pay off our debts, but first Noah was able to get a great job offer. We have the extreme blessing of help from family to purchase the land, but even such a generous financial gift wouldn’t have taken us this far if we hadn’t been willing to make sacrifices.

It is true the past year and three months has developed a lot of gratitude in our hearts. Air conditioning, a working fridge, room to rough-house – these are all things that we’ve been living without and have missed a lot. But the privilege is in the fact that even to get to the point where we are living in a broken down old bus has required a lot of resources that not everybody has. I’m not only talking about financial resources, although that’s definitely a huge part of it, but we also have a social network that has helped us on numerous occasions.

I do laundry at my parents’ house (since our generator stopped working), we keep a fridge in our neighbor’s garage, we’ve stayed in other peoples’ homes when the weather has been either too hot or too cold. Without those options, living like this would be a lot less viable for a long period of time without pouring more money into keeping things afloat. (For example: we went to the local laundromat a couple months ago: three loads of laundry cost almost $30. It was $6.50 per wash and about a dollar to dry plus $3 for a plastic card that you needed to load with money to use the machines. Is that not an enormous rip-off? Does that sound pretty on par for laundromat costs or was this place just really, really expensive? Because HOLY SMOKES.)

Now that things are becoming more tangible – I can go out and walk  and jump and do cartwheels on the foundation – I realize that I’ve probably been kind of a spoiled whiner at times. Maybe it hasn’t really come across here (I try to stay off the internet when I’m in a bad mood), but I know it’s been there.

The fact of the matter is that this has always been a temporary situation. Even when it felt like it wasn’t, we have always had the option of pulling up stakes and moving out whenever we wanted. I definitely don’t think that if this were a situation we were in without that option and without the idea of doing it to pursue a goal my attitude would have been as positive.

I just wanted to set the record straight and acknowledge that, for us, living in this old, broken down bus, on our own land is a huge privilege and we are extremely fortunate to be doing so.

Good News, A Time Lapse and Why My Brain Wants To Explode

It’s been a while since I’ve updated, so there is lots of news. The biggest piece of noteworthy information on the house-front is that we FINALLY got our building permit!

Can I just say that it is unbelievable to me that it took us SIX MONTHS to get to this point? I die a little death inside just thinking about it. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, considering that it took us nine months just to get a loan sorted out. At this rate we can expect our house to be finished some time in the next decade or so. (I find that I keep making that joke with the frenzied hope that it really IS a joke).

Our contractors have been busy throughout all this though, and we already have our footings dug and our underground plumbing in. They are laying rebar right now in preparation for an inspection tomorrow and then, if all goes to plan (HA!) we should be able to pour our foundation on Monday! That’s in addition to the septic that is already in place, plus some minor grading and trenching that was done for the electrical.

Let me sum it up for you with a time-lapse:

House outline chalked out, footings begun:



Footings dug, electrical trench completed, irrigation added to slope for erosion control wildflowers:


Forms erected for the concrete:


Underground plumbing installed, plumbing trenches refilled and compacted, sand and visqueen (plastic sheets) covering the dirt:


Rebar installed, ready for inspection tomorrow and pour on Monday:


I never would have thought that I’d be so happy to wake up at 6 am to the sound of a generator roaring outside my window. It’s simply music to my ears.

One small hiccup, however, came in the form of a persnickety septic inspector who “red-flagged” our property because of the porch that Noah put up. Apparently, building a 400 square foot structure on your own property without a permit from the county is FROWNED UPON in this establishment.


Thankfully, it’s not going to hold up our building progress – they just want us to take care of it before they’ll issue an occupancy permit so we can move into the house when it’s done. We’re taking that to mean that we can keep it up during construction and then tear it down right before everything is finished. I’m sure we’ll be able to repurpose the materials SOMEhow… I’m thinking a gazebo? A giant playhouse for the kids? Properly inspected and permitted, of course.

The goal is to be finished by December, because that’s the term of our loan and would make an amazing Christmas present for everybody. We have the ability to get a 3-month extension if necessary, but it costs something in the neighborhood of a thousand dollars extra, plus the additional months of interest that we would wind up paying. We’d like to avoid that, so the crunch is on.

That means that we need to be getting our finishes dialed in here pretty quick. Which makes my brain want to explode. Last week I had to make a choice about where a couple of outlets were going to go and all I could think about was living in a house for 30 years just wishing the entire time that I had moved an outlet three feet to the right when I had the chance. I’m not so afraid of making big mistakes, it’s all the little niggling ones that are going to drive me insane.

We have the opportunity here to make everything exactly the way we think we want it to be, but it’s for a house that we’ve never even been inside or moved around in. We are also attempting to plan for multiple stages of life with four children and, hopefully, our own golden years. How can we figure all that out without actually going through it? How am I supposed to know at 28 what I’m going to need when I’m 60? Or what my kids will need when they’re all in their thirties and still haven’t left the nest?

Noah’s solution is to simply put everything in that we might ever want to have. This includes things like digging the footings of the garage as deep as the rest of the house in case we ever want to build over it and having additional plumbing in places we might want to add showers later on. It means outlets and hosebibs EVERYWHERE (including outside on the porches and in the eaves of the house for things like Christmas lights (outlets, not hosebibs)).

There’s just so much PRESSURE! When you buy a house, you can blame any idiosyncrasies or inconvenient things about it on the original builder or designer. They either add to the home’s charm or you spend money and change them. When you build a house, any problems with the design are your own darn fault and they’re there FOREVER because you just spent a bajillion dollars putting them there, so you can’t spend even MORE to go back and change them right away.

I just need to come to terms with the fact that maybe not everything is going to come out the way we envision it. Once we’re moved in and actually functioning inside the space, I have no doubt that there are going to be things that I wish we had changed or added when it was A MILLION TIMES EASIER to do so (like when it was a drawing and only required a couple of pencil lines). I would simply like to mitigate that as much as possible.

But really, is perfection SO much to ask for?

(I guess as long as the house winds up being wider than 8 feet I’ll probably be thrilled for the first dozen years or so.)

Anyway, right now I’m thankful that the internet exists to scour for other peoples’ construction mistakes and regrets so that we can, hopefully, make fewer of our own.

On that note, what things do you love and hate about your house?

PS: I am having too much fun with Instagram – I’d love to connect with you guys over there as well. You can find me @UsWithTheBus and see cool things like this laptop projector that Noah made for our summer movie nights:


and less cool things, like how potty training is going (about like this):


Bus Life: Unedited

I’ve been meaning to make a video tour of the bus and the land for forever now. I know that pictures don’t fully capture the reality of our current lifestyle quite like a full-on tour could and obviously things have changed since I made the last video before the bus was finished and it was still sitting in the driveway of our rental  house.

I have to admit, it probably wouldn’t have happened without an impetus because do you know how often there comes a time when the bus is clean and all of us are home and awake and it’s not because people are coming over? Pretty much never.


The impetus in this instance was being contacted by a production company interested in putting our family on tv. We’ve been contacted before by a different company, but after an initial skype interview with producers nothing came of it (they were disappointed to find out that we are, after all, totally normal).


In this case, however, we’ve already gone through a skype interview and now the company has requested that we make a short video showing our family and the bus and the land and the house construction and all that jazz to see more of what we’re like. I’m thinking they’re going to take it in a “Real Housewives of San Diego” direction. (Noah says my dry humor does not come across clearly here – I am very much joking.)

So, yesterday evening while the kids were in the bath, Noah and I straightened up and then we tried to make a quick video in the fading light. They had specific things that they wanted to see on camera (like me actually going up the ladder with the baby in tow), but a lot of it we forgot and left out. We also only did one take and didn’t edit anything and so you get the full effect of my heavy breathing from behind the camera, the kids jumping around trying to be in the shots, me telling them not to get dirty and a lot of camera jiggles and swinging around. And the kids are in their pajamas.

It’s actually quite beautiful.

If I waited to post it until we made it look fancy and not-jiggly, you would never see it.

Even if nothing comes of sending it in to the production company and we don’t wind up the stars of our own reality tv show and make millions of dollars and have the bus turned into a museum/shrine dedicated to the time we’ve spent within its walls… I’m glad it finally spurred us to get a video made! Even as ridiculous a one as this.

I hope you enjoy it! Or, if you don’t enjoy it, at least don’t judge us too harshly by it!

On “Simple Living”

Crystal at Money Saving Mom is on kind of a small house kick. Recently, there was a guest post about a family of 9 living in about 1200 square feet. The author gave a tour of her house and detailed how they utilize their space and it’s great and you should totally go check it out.

At the end of the post she adds that their family was recently gifted several acres of land and they are planning on building a home the same size as ours – a two-story house with a main floor of approximately 1200 square feet.

One of her last comments is: “To be honest, we are all kind of looking forward to having more space! We go through seasons and we kind of want this small house living to be a season the Lord is bringing us out of.” I absolutely loved that sentiment, but it struck me as apologetic. I read it as “I know that we seem to be doing great and I am celebrating it because this is our home for now, but in reality, it’s kind of a tight squeeze and sometimes uncomfortable.”

Of course, I might totally be projecting my own feelings onto the author.

When Noah and I first moved into the bus, I was excited. I had been reading so much about “simple living” and minimalism and about people who were purging the majority of their possessions and downsizing into tiny houses and living fuller, happier, SIMPLER lives as a result. I was ready to run into this adventure full-throttle and was half convinced that this could possibly become a permanent lifestyle change for us. I literally asked Noah during our first weekend out here “what if we like living in the bus so much that we don’t even WANT to build a house?”

Living in a small space with minimal possessions had been totally glorified in my brain. It was a great example of reverse-snobbery – the thought that a lifestyle of less was inherently superior and that we would all be better to embrace it.

Over a year later, I have to admit that living in a two-story bus with six people is not how I want to spend the rest of my life. Alas.

Interestingly enough, we have found this lifestyle to be anything but simple. Living in such tight quarters is starting to feel cramped and stressful; the additional work that we have to do to make up for the lack of “stuff” in our life has taken away from time that we could be spending doing things we enjoy.

I still feel defensive about micro-living as an alternative living option. Most of the things I wrote about in my post about stigma and happiness still ring true to me: I believe that lots of people refuse to consider unusual living situations out of a fear of what others will think rather than focusing on what will allow them to live their lives more intentionally.

The purpose behind our move into the bus was to be able to save money while building our house and to that end it has, so far, been successful. But rather than instilling in me a love of ultra-minimalistic living, this experience has helped me develop a thankfulness for the fact that we will be moving into a larger space where I can once again have things that serve no real purpose aside from the fact that I like to look at them and own them (library books are all well and good, but I miss my own dog-eared copies of the Anne of Green Gables series).

Our homes should reflect our priorities, not what someone else is telling us our priorities ought to be.

My parents, after raising five kids in relatively large houses, recently had an opportunity to purchase a home on three acres in a rural area they love. It required them to downsize their living space by several hundred square feet, which was made easier by the fact that three of us kids are no longer living at home, but it was still a point that they balked at initially. However, they prioritized outdoor space and privacy over living in a larger house and they haven’t regretted their decision.

On the other end of the spectrum, one of Noah’s sisters lives close by with her husband and two kids in a house that is close to three-thousand square feet. They make great use of it by hosting often: they throw parties, their kids’ friends are always over, and Noah and I actually had our wedding there! They have a space that allows them to be very social and hospitable, which is something they enjoy.

Ultimately, the idea of simple living is different for each one of us and it’s rather  foolish to idealize one lifestyle over another. Likewise, it’s equally silly to think of the idea of living in a small house, or a large one, as something we need to apologize for.

Give Me a Break

Broken Ground

Remember how last week I said it was difficult to believe that we were ever actually going to have a house built?

Well, it’s a bit easier to imagine this week:




So far, we’ve gotten our septic system installed and approved, the driveway graded and the footings are almost finished being dug. We’ll probably get our final grading inspection done this Friday and then, if we have finally learned the lesson in patience that God was trying hammer into our brains, we should be able to get our building permit. Which will be glorious.

This is what a septic tank looks like, in case you were curious:


Broken Leg?

In other news, we had a little mishap that might have involved a wet trampoline:


The x-rays didn’t show an obvious fracture, but the Urgent Care doc said that in small kids sometimes a break might not show up. Since he still can’t put any weight on his left leg they splinted it and we’re scheduled to see an orthopedic specialist this week. So I now have two little boys who can’t walk, but only one lap. Sigh.

Broken Sink

On the bright side, maybe this will keep Finn out of trouble for a while. Last week, amongst other miscellaneous toddler acts of destruction activities, he managed to snap our kitchen faucet in half trying to climb up on the counter. Noah happened to have an extra, somewhat defective one on hand. Unfortunately, it’s not quite a perfect fit:


Just another temporary solution for this temporary situation.

Breaking Into Social Media

I know that’s kind of a stretch with the whole “break” theme, but, you guys, I’ve just discovered this new app – not sure if you’ve heard of it – called Instagram. You can follow me @UsWithTheBus and see what our life looks like… with filters!

From IG:


“Lily is so tired of living in the bus, she’s decided to upgrade.”

I’d love to see you guys on there as well! :)

Right Now

Guys, I have to say it:

Right now, I am very, very tired of living in an old, broken down bus.

It feels like ever since we started looking for a place to buy over three years ago our family life has been in a sort of holding pattern. Everything has been in a weird, transitional limbo because we knew we were going to be making a major change soon with regard to where we lived. Of course, we didn’t know just how relative the term “soon” would prove to be.

In that space of time we’ve added two babies, started homeschooling, and moved into a bus. It’s hard to separate what kind of stress is just the average amount from this stage of life having four kids, including an infant, and what is specifically from living in a bus and trying to get a house built.

Right now, I am longing for permanence and comfort and stability.

In my head I think I’ve built up having a house into some sort of all-encompassing state of perfect being. Everything that’s not happening now will magically occur “once we’re in a house.” I’ll get an exercise routine in place once we’re in a house. We’ll do more exciting home school stuff once we’re in a house. I’ll cook better meals once we’re in a house. I’ll quit being being snappy with the kids so often once we’re in a house. I will be a better wife/mother/person once we’re in a house, you’ll see!

After the kids were in bed last night, Noah and I were playing badminton on the pad and I had to admit to myself that I don’t really, truly, actually believe that we are ever going to have a house. It has been such a long time coming and there have been so many twists and turns in the road that it seems like the journey is never going to end.

And yet, right now, I am listening to the sound of a tractor outside churning up dirt to get things moving along. Somehow, this morning I watched from our bedroom window as a crane dropped our septic tank into place underground.

This isn’t necessarily a guarantee that things are going to go smoothly from here on out – it’s the last steps before we can actually, FINALLY, get a building permit. When we were looking at land a few years ago we found many vacant plots that had already had septic installed, so we’re not jumping for joy yet. Lots could still go wrong.

But it’s a start.

finnontractor girlsontractor

septic drop

Update and Guest Post at Six Figures Under

There has FINALLY been some progress in the permit department which means that next week we should actually be breaking some sort of ground (getting septic put in, a driveway graded and possibly footings dug!). I will be updating on that as soon as there is something more concrete to announce.

In the meantime, I’m over at Six Figures Under today with a guest post about the financial pros and cons of our living in arrangement.

You can read the whole post HERE!


There is no house news. Don’t even ask about the house. What house? Who said we were building a house? There is no house!

We are still held up in the permitting process and when I think about how long this all is taking it evokes a visceral reaction in me which requires deep breathing and immediate distraction to alleviate.

Distractions include, but are not limited to:

1. Haunting Pinterest and Houzz for finish ideas. This comes in bits and spurts because I am very easily overwhelmed, but I think I have a general idea of what I want in the kitchen at least. My inspiration images include open shelving around the kitchen window, white cabinets, light flooring and butcher block countertops. A little like this:

kitchen inspo

Only, you know, different. Aside from that, my main qualifications are that everything in the house has to be really, really easy to clean and take care of because I am terrified that we are going to build a brand new house and then our four children are going to destroy it. This is kind of a real concern.

2. Books. Always. This month I’ve read The Opposite of Spoiled (which has convinced me to start giving the girls an allowance and that we aren’t permanently damaging them by making them live in a bus during some of their formative years), Persuasion (I should read more classics – I always wind up loving them), Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand (if you had told me what it was about beforehand I never would have picked it up, but I wound up really enjoying it) and The Old Man and the Sea (I absolutely detested TOMATS in high school, but Noah loved it so we both reread it and discussed. I like it more at 28 than I did at 15, especially after reading Hemingway’s words about it: “There isn’t any symbolism. The sea is the sea. The old man is the old man. The boy is a boy and the fish is a fish. The sharks are sharks, no better, no worse.” I can get on board with literalism.)

Sidenote: I get a terrible lot of my book recommendations from Anne of Modern Mrs. Darcy and am planning to read the titles I haven’t yet from her post 11 Books That are Better in the Spring.

3. Gardening. I finally managed to clear the garden of the remaining eight heads of red cabbage (and disperse them among our neighbors because who can eat that much cabbage?!) and get all the weeds out during a particularly angsty morning with a hoe and a rake. Now we just need to dump in some compost and plant delicious things.

4. Snakes. It’s like Snakeopolis over here. We’ve caught or seen at least four in the past few weeks (although Noah’s theory is that it might be only one snake who is really, really bad at hiding). So far they’ve been the harmless, rattle-less kind, but we’ve been warning the kids to make lots of noise outside so they don’t come upon one by surprise. Not that kids really need a lot of encouragement to be noisy, it’s pretty much in their nature. Lily encountered one yesterday on her way to the van and I was able to get a quick picture of it slithering under one of the bus tires:

Hopefully it will get after some of the gophers that ate the majority of our garden this winter *evil cackle*.

5. Potty Training. We’re on day 5 of almost no accidents with Finn (even during nap time!) and I’m ready to call it a success. He’s kind of a rockstar and now he has the big boy underpants to prove it.

6. Egg watching. I almost hesitate to write about this because it’s just so… cannibalistic. Remember how we wanted to let the chickens hatch some eggs and I was all “whatever” about doing things the way the internet recommended? Well, I will never ignore the internet AGAIN. I have learned my lesson. Soon after the photo from that post was taken all the eggs pictured were gone. Because the chickens ATE THEM. And now they won’t stop! They eat their own eggs every day unless I can get out there fast enough and grab them.

This time I’ve tried all the tips the internet has had to offer. I have put golf balls in the nest so the chickens would try to peck them and hurt their beaks. I’ve put mustard into empty egg shells because supposedly chickens hate it. I’ve increased the protein and calcium in their feed. I have no idea what else to do.

The only thing that actually helps is letting them out of the coop during the day, but the rooster is getting aggressive and chases the kids and we need to get rid of him somehow before that’s a viable option.

For now, I just have to try to get out there as early and as often as I can to try and get the eggs before they do, the monsters.

So that’s what’s going down on this side of town. As soon as we have any progress on the house everybody will know because I will be shouting it from the rooftops and dancing in the street and generally not making a secret of it. At all. Really. Just you wait and see.

Spring Cleaning

I have been spending the past week or so cleaning out and reorganizing all the cupboards in the bus and so my brain is on spring cleaning.

I read once in an organization book (because sometimes reading about cleaning leaves me feeling just as satisfied as actually cleaning and requires much less effort) that a well-organized home is never truly messy.

I understand the idea behind this: if everything has a place to go, it’s just a matter of putting it there; “a place for everything and everything in its place,” and all that. So often the messes that are the most overwhelming for me consist of new things being brought into our home that require figuring out a place for them, or things that never really had a home to begin with and have just been floating around, undealt with, for so long I want to throw them away simply because I’m tired of looking at them.

When space is tight this sense of overwhelm is heightened; throw a few children into the mix it and gets exponentially greater. They (well, mine at least) have little to no respect for established organizational systems, but are great at developing their own that make no sense to me and that change all the time and, funnily enough, look a lot like unmitigated chaos.

It is a fine line between allowing my kids the autonomy and responsibility of organizing their own spaces and going in and making things over so they look the way I think they should. There are certain structures they have to adhere to (their room must be picked up daily and messes in common areas get cleaned by whoever made the mess, which is usually everybody, etc.) but there are a lot of variables within those structures that I’m always trying to figure out.

Do I give them their own allotted area in the cupboard for arts and craft stuff and let them shove their paper and crayons in however they please so long as the door closes, or do I enforce structure and get after them to put things back exactly where they belong? Is it okay that part of their room cleaning involves creating little totems to certain books and toys along the walls or should I insist on having everything put away out of sight? One set of options involves a lot more effort on my part and usually results in nagging and consequences, the other requires me to frequently second-guess myself and have faith that they will eventually learn to take care of their things without my voice always ringing in their ears. I think allowing them a certain creative license is a part of the process to helping them figure out a real system that works for them.

For now, a lot of my decisions depend on what will keep me the sanest in the immediate future. If their creative organization of their room means that time will be wasted trying to find cuppies at bedtime or slippers in the morning, it’s a no, but if they want to keep a conglomeration of treasures in a box near their bed or line up the books they’re currently reading on the windowsill, fine by me. It makes sense to them because those are the things they want to have easy access to, which is the heart of organization, really.

Likewise, I have been trying to find a balance when it comes to maintaining the rest of the bus. When we first moved in I had a vision of perfectly organized simplicity with lots of clear spaces and cupboards filled with neatly-packed bins of useful items.

The reality, however, is that with six people in about 200 square feet downstairs (not including the porch) in which to live and work and play, every inch of wall and counter and cupboard and floor space matters. While I do want things to look nice, it is ultimately more important that our space is useful – function over form, in this case.

So, I am trying to look at our space with new eyes and figure out what’s working, what’s not and what doesn’t matter.

What works: We moved our (mine and Noah’s) clothes from upstairs in our bedroom to the closet in the bathroom downstairs. These pocket organizers from Ikea that I originally tried to use in the kids’ room are now hanging on the back of the bathroom door to hold socks, pajamas and what have you. This has made a huge difference when getting dressed and putting laundry away.

bathroom org

What doesn’t: In the kitchen, it’s difficult for me to see and access our most-used spices that are in a high cupboard without a stool. I’m thinking a small rack on the wall next to the stove would solve that problem, even though it means less white-space. It would also leave more room in the cupboard for food.

spice cupboard

Where the heck is the salt? spicerack

Perfectly useful space being underutilized!

What doesn’t matter: the coat hooks. I have tried a million times to find some kind of system so that our coat rack doesn’t seem so… overwhelmed. The fact of the matter is, this is one of the most highly-used areas of our home for storing things. Jackets, library bags, my purse, head-lamps for going outside at night, keys and hats – tons of day-to-day necessities call this spot home. As long as we know that this is where they live and can find them with relative ease, it’s not super important to me that it doesn’t look exactly pretty.


I’m awfully curious to know if you have the same kinds of issues trying to figure out how to organize your kids’ spaces and your own and how you deal with them. Do tell.