Tagged: The Little House in the Big Field

Henry: Five Months. 0

Henry: Five Months.

We’re staying at my parents’ house again. (Hello fast internets! I adore you!) The cabin is not livable when it’s super cold out. Once it gets below about 15 degrees (f) then the draftiness and lack of insulation makes it too cold for my kids. The floor is the worst part. It’s so cold that the dogs’ water dish freezes within a minute of being put down on the kitchen floor. It’s so cold that with two pairs of socks and...

1/16/2014 0

1/16/2014

It’s suddenly quiet in our house. I’m trying to get things back on track around here. My house is utterly destroyed at the moment. Christmas toys without a place to be put up yet, Christmas decorations half put away, LAUNDRY. Oh my gosh the clean unfolded laundry is going to do me in. It’s easy to sort laundry and throw it in the washing machine, but folding it? Hard! It takes so much time and effort to fold it then put...

Refrigerator-less. 0

Refrigerator-less.

Yesterday (Wednesday) morning when I woke up I realized the refrigerator light wasn’t on. It wasn’t running either. You know how you get used to the hum of things, like appliances. When they are silent then it is suddenly Very Quiet. Some things in the freezer had already begun to defrost a bit, they were getting a coat of white frost on the outsides of the packages. This makes me think it must have died during the night early on. I...

Nope, Nope, Nope. 0

Nope, Nope, Nope.

The renters are moving into the house we own in town this weekend. In some ways it’s a relief to have that over and done with, and funny to think of someone else living in our home! I would never want to move back there, ever, so I’m not sad in the least. I wish we could have sold it. Other houses in the area were selling for $97,000. We bought our house for $112,000 in 2007 and in 2009 it...

PS: My Life is Ridiculous. 0

PS: My Life is Ridiculous.

Whew. Well first off let me assure you that I am writing to you from a cabin complete with a running refrigerator. How that refrigerator arrived here is another story. This morning, as I was trying to feed my children breakfast without the use of any refrigerated foods, the landlady and I had a bit of words during which I informed her that they absolutely could not rent out this cabin to anyone else without making major repairs, and that we...

Germs, Anxiety, Abandoning The Cabin. 0

Germs, Anxiety, Abandoning The Cabin.

I am struggling with anxiety once again.   This time I’m finally going to try medication. I’m not sure what yet. Before they gave me a prescription for Zoloft, but I never picked it up from the pharmacy. Chickened out! I’m scared of the side effects. I have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday evening.   It’s just too much–being alone with the kids all the time and no break. I have this constant feeling of stress and impending doom. Anxious. I...

Sloping Floors and Other Woes. 0

Sloping Floors and Other Woes.

My concerns about the welfare of this cabin are increasing exponentially. I love this place. LOVE IT. More than words can say. It’s not unlivable, though not in idea condition either. We’re comfortable right now. However, the sloping floors are freaking me out. In the past week for some reason the bathroom floor has gained some major slope-age from the toilet area downward toward the corner of the bathtub. It’s very obvious and not just a slight dip. So much that...

Three weeks & 1 day. 0

Three weeks & 1 day.

Henry spends so much time asleep! I have so many things to do and here he is sound asleep on me, again.  I know this stage will go by quickly, so I’d better soak up all this newborn goodness while I can. Tyler dumped the entire contents of our storage unit in the cabin on Sunday.  I spent yesterday alternating between screaming baby and sorting out this stuff.  It’s hard to find somewhere for it to go when your cabin has...

Two Weeks & Three Days. 5

Two Weeks & Three Days.

Today was kind of a stressful day.  Apparently I cannot make a relaxed, chill baby. I guess there’s always hope for a fourth baby to be an “easy” one?  Haha! I can do everything while holding the baby except for cook.  And I am hungry.  Really hungry.  Thus, frustration. (Well I don’t hold him while I use the bathroom either, but that only takes a minute.  Cooking takes a bit more time.) Rosie loves holding him, but he screams unless he...