I’ll start this off by saying we have some pretty awesome people making this whole thing possible. Without those supporting the crazy our dreams would not be happening. I’m also assuming that there are others that are doing a good job of keeping their mouths shut! Thanks to you too.
A few years ago I saw a video about the ‘tiny house revolution’ and talked to Matt about how awesome that would be. We were actually in the middle of getting our loan processed to buy our house and had one foster child. He probably thought that I was reverting to my teenage desire of living in a van and driving around to festivals and markets, so he blew me off.
Matt had just started Physician Assistant School after we adopted our boys. Matt also worked part time and we continued to foster other kids and life went on. I didn’t bring up the tiny house and I spent a lot of time and money making our new house our home. Kids came and went and we were just rolling with whatever life brought us. Going with the flow was something we became comfortable with but I still wondered where we would go in the future. We’ve tossed around traveling to do missions, having a farm and many other things.
I’d always wanted to be a social worker, well, until I had to work with some! I looked into the social service system and decided that the way things were being done does not provide justice to these broken kids. I started taking classes at a local college for a Paralegal degree. Matt would go to school during the day and I’d run out the door when he got back so I wouldn’t be late for my night class. We ate a lot of hotdogs that year.
During all of the chaos of extra kids, two parents in school and financial troubles I started feeling like life was not supposed to be like this. We have always lived in the future. “Imagine what it will be like when we have a home…Think about how nice it will be when we adopt the kids…We are going to have too much free time when we graduate”. These things went on and on and I felt like we were stuck in a stress tunnel that led to the bottom of my wine glass.
About that time I began to miss my kids. They were being shuffled between us and we always had somewhere to be. I didn’t have enough time to read stories and I bought them cool toys to keep them occupied so I could do homework. I felt since the beginning of their life was pretty unfortunate that I needed to give them everything they wanted. This might have been my first parenting mistake!
In case you were wondering, the recipe for two giant whiny brats is as follows:
Mix
1 Dad that is in school and that works on his days off
1 mom that is tired and cranky and has too much homework
All the toys money can buy
Lastly, sprinkle in a bunch of random kids with major behavioral issues.
(If you desire, also take away bedtimes.)
Viola! You will now wish to run away from your own life.
We let our foster care license expire and I focused my time on the boys. It started to get a little better but my relationship with Matt was struggling. Since we are perpetually in overdrive and have no time together our list of differences and things we need to work through has grown very large. We learned the hard way that ignoring your relationship won’t work for too long. Surprisingly Matt brought up the tiny house this time. He must have finally lost his mind and I love it!
Our goals for this adventure are to spend time together, to appreciate the life we have been given, see some awesome places, hopefully save a little money, live in the present, and most of all to fall back in love together as a family.
A few years ago I saw a video about the ‘tiny house revolution’ and talked to Matt about how awesome that would be. We were actually in the middle of getting our loan processed to buy our house and had one foster child. He probably thought that I was reverting to my teenage desire of living in a van and driving around to festivals and markets, so he blew me off.
Matt had just started Physician Assistant School after we adopted our boys. Matt also worked part time and we continued to foster other kids and life went on. I didn’t bring up the tiny house and I spent a lot of time and money making our new house our home. Kids came and went and we were just rolling with whatever life brought us. Going with the flow was something we became comfortable with but I still wondered where we would go in the future. We’ve tossed around traveling to do missions, having a farm and many other things.
I’d always wanted to be a social worker, well, until I had to work with some! I looked into the social service system and decided that the way things were being done does not provide justice to these broken kids. I started taking classes at a local college for a Paralegal degree. Matt would go to school during the day and I’d run out the door when he got back so I wouldn’t be late for my night class. We ate a lot of hotdogs that year.
During all of the chaos of extra kids, two parents in school and financial troubles I started feeling like life was not supposed to be like this. We have always lived in the future. “Imagine what it will be like when we have a home…Think about how nice it will be when we adopt the kids…We are going to have too much free time when we graduate”. These things went on and on and I felt like we were stuck in a stress tunnel that led to the bottom of my wine glass.
About that time I began to miss my kids. They were being shuffled between us and we always had somewhere to be. I didn’t have enough time to read stories and I bought them cool toys to keep them occupied so I could do homework. I felt since the beginning of their life was pretty unfortunate that I needed to give them everything they wanted. This might have been my first parenting mistake!
In case you were wondering, the recipe for two giant whiny brats is as follows:
Mix
1 Dad that is in school and that works on his days off
1 mom that is tired and cranky and has too much homework
All the toys money can buy
Lastly, sprinkle in a bunch of random kids with major behavioral issues.
(If you desire, also take away bedtimes.)
Viola! You will now wish to run away from your own life.
We let our foster care license expire and I focused my time on the boys. It started to get a little better but my relationship with Matt was struggling. Since we are perpetually in overdrive and have no time together our list of differences and things we need to work through has grown very large. We learned the hard way that ignoring your relationship won’t work for too long. Surprisingly Matt brought up the tiny house this time. He must have finally lost his mind and I love it!
Our goals for this adventure are to spend time together, to appreciate the life we have been given, see some awesome places, hopefully save a little money, live in the present, and most of all to fall back in love together as a family.
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