This Mormodonna knew from the get-go that if she was going to stay home and be a full time “cooker” (as her daughter calls her) and do other mom-stuff, she was going to have to sacrifice a big, roomy house full of brand new carpeting and matching leather everything and go for something that her great-grandmother would have recognized as normal. Our grandmas were no strangers to having to change out flooring one room at a time because that’s what they could afford. That explains why the orange shag in the front bedroom was a whole decade apart in style from the brown speckled linoleum underneath the oval rug in the guest bedroom.
Women counted their lucky stars if and when the family purchased a clothes dryer. Before then, they pinned the wet clothes up on the line strung from that rusty old pole we used to dangle from as kids and knock into on accident while playing tag in the backyard. If we had a sleeping bag to dry, Mom would send us across the street to Grandma’s house to spread it out on the clothes line.
Not only are our houses bigger than Great-Grandma’s, but they are chock-full of all the little servants we call appliances that do the work we no longer have the time or inclination for because we have “more important” work to do, outside of the home. I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t love my clothes dryer. And I would riot in the streets if you took away my washer for any reason short of total societal collapse. But I decided I could live with a small house and the old-fashioned kind of happiness that is possible because we chose to live in one.
To get a small house, these days, you either have to find one built over 50 years ago or build it yourself from special plans. They don’t have cookie-cutter mini’s anymore in the new developments unless you are 55 and older. What’s nice about an older small house is that it tends to come with a lot more land than a new house does, which is great for growing that elusive commodity we know today as healthy food.
Think of all the things you can do with your time when you’re able to live off of only 1 income because your house payment is so darn manageable: you can be free to grow your food, pick your food, and cook your own food all by yourself…without any help from corporate America! Which means I can choose exactly what I want my family to take into their bodies and a lot of what I don’t. Goodbye laboratory ingredients. Hello to foods we can all pronounce and know where they came from.
It’s all possible from simply choosing the right house…to start with.