Woman in a Cupcake Apron

I’m just going to come right out and say it: My house is too small.

By “too small” I mean that I live in a tiny cottage. Less than 1000 square feet tiny. Postage stamp tiny. I have more desk area at work than I have counter space at home. My “laundry room” is a glorified utility closet, with a stacked washer/dryer and no room to turn around. We don’t have a basement or garage for storage, which sucks because we might have been able to claim the property has 1 1/2 bathrooms if only we weren’t using the outhouse as a tool shed.

Yes, we have an outhouse. My home is THAT quaint.

While I love our little house for many reasons (near the lake, not many rooms to clean, quiet and cozy), the size is a problem. I can’t have my family over for dinner because our kitchen accommodates only four people and, of course, we don’t have a dining room. We can’t host holidays or throw parties. And starting a family? I doubt our “tool shed” can double as a nursery. I guess I’d have to bunk the kid with the cats in their kitty tower. Which, incidentally, is smack in the middle of my living room. Unless I’ve shoved it off into a vital walkway somewhere so we can actually play Wii.

Being a woman of finite patience, after two years of living in our tiny home, I have begun demanding, nagging, suggesting to Justin that we look at larger houses and consider selling or renting the cottage.

Justin more or less said: Not now.

He made some flimsy arguments like “Can’t afford it,” “Focus on the wedding,” and “You’re insanely impulsive, woman.”

Impulsive? Probably. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.

I guess I’ll have to think of ways to make some extra money. I haven’t come up with any good ideas yet. Anyone know if I can register for a house as a wedding gift?