We can’t ever have a tiny house…

Have you heard about the tiny house movement?  Where you can build a teeny little house and live in 200 square feet?  Many people do this so they can own their own place without the tons of debt.

I am fascinated by it all.  I can spend too much time looking at tiny houses on Pinterest.  I love the creativity put into so many of them, how they can take recycled items and turn it into a tiny home.

But the tiny house is not an option for me.

Right now, it’s because I live with that small herd of teens.  Sometimes, our 2000 square feet seems tiny.  But even when the teens flee the nest, I can’t have a tiny house.



We will always need a home for three.  That’s the future we’re planning.  We can’t have a tiny place because they’re all mostly one bedroom, and a sleeping loft at that.  The idea of Maura on a ladder gives me palpitations.  Forget the fact that Maura would have to bring all her stuff with her, her beloved dolls that are her playmates.  Really, a tiny house wouldn’t be enough for just Maura and her dolls.

What I realized though, in a conversation with friends, is that the tiny house movement isn’t for a lot in the disabled community.  It was suggested to friends, and one said “Well, we can’t live in one…” and I knew why.  They aren’t disabled friendly.  They aren’t for those who have motor planning issues, or limited mobility, or need aides to get around.  Forget those sleeping lofts.  If you have days where it’s hard to get out of bed, there’s no way you’re making it down a ladder.

But I still love the idea of a cottagey place, and started looking at small home designs.  Okay, I can’t do tiny, but maybe we could do small?  Except again, Maura.  And the fact we live with her means that I spend so much time hiding stuff from her.  I have visions of having a room of my own, where I can have all my sewing stuff out and ready to use, my paints easily reachable and ready to use, where I can put my files of paper items, works in progress, and not come home to find her scribbling over pages of my writing, having to fight with her over “No, that’s MY notebook!”  “No, you can’t take my pens!”

Yes, a door with a lock…which means more than a little two bedroom with an open living area.

Even then, I think of all the ideas I have for a Maura-friendly home, one where things are more accessible, and a salon-style hair washing sink somewhere either in the bathroom or the utility room.  Which means a bigger bathroom, or bigger utility room – as opposed to a closet with a stackable washer/dryer unit.

And suddenly, even my small house dreams seems a bit unattainable.

Now it’s “Maybe I could have a smallish house, then a studio as well, that room with a lock.”  Yes, because the solution to my small house problem…is two houses?

The good news is, at this rate, I won’t have to worry about downsizing my book collection.  Or my fabulous farmhouse table that can extend to seat ten.  And I have at least five more years to worry about these issues, since I still have a house full of teens.