It isn’t easy being a mommy. We are in charge of so much within our homes. Whether you’re a homemaker, homeschooler, career mom, or anything in between; we all work HARD to take care of our families.

When I moved into our trailer, I thought perhaps I would be sparing myself some of that hard work. Less space=fewer possessions=more fun outside=less responsibilities…right?

Boy was I WRONG!

I’m Alexander Hamilton up in here, working NON-STOP.

I know that motherhood in general is a relentless job, but there’s something acute to the kind of non-stop work in a trailer. If I don’t stay on top of the mess, within hours (not days or weeks), my space becomes unlivable and stressful. We be trippin’ over shit, baby be chewing on dirty shoes, toddler be stressing and multiplying the chaos. And my hands will OF COURSE be covered in raw chicken from dinner prep. It gets really unpretty real quick.

It’s chaos in a hot box, this trailer. It’s not aesthetic. It’s not an Instagram diy trailer. I tried that, I did. There was just the teensy, tiny small matter that we moved into this trailer in the heat of summer while I was 7 months pregnant and chasing a toddler. I organized my kitchen with maybe two DIY organizational hacks and everything else has been classic trailer park improvisation.

A diaper caddy hangs off of curtain rods in the corner. There are screw holes over every window where we removed the boxy window dressings. It was a great improvement to opening up the space, but no one had any time to fill in the holes and paint over it. My husband tore out one bunk bed in the bunkhouse to make room for a pack n play and a plastic drawer set for toys. Those nail holes haven’t been filled in either. The upper bunks are shelves for giant diaper boxes, art supplies, my old keyboard, and baby things either outgrown or to be grown into. I think there’s still a replacement faucet for our kitchen sitting in a box up there yet to be installed. And so on…

I think you get the picture: everything about our trailer is less than ideal. Also, did I mention that it looks like a trailer on the outside? Farmhouse chic? Nay, I prefer Coachman Chapparal Chic.

It is actually comical, cartoonish, raising little ones in a trailer. It’s silly, ludicrous, and it requires a sense of humor.

It is full of chaos and mess inside and out, but it is the sacred sweet home of my young family. It is the more than sufficient shelter for joyful memories and growing up (all of us).

There’s such a sweetness to this journey. Babies and toddlers, giggles and milk, play and infinite smiles.

I’ve named our trailer our “Pineapple”, feeling it to be as silly and yet perfectly imperfect as Spongebob’s pineapple under the sea. “Ahhhh, home sweet pineapple.”

It suits our trailer and all the stories, shenanigans, and silliness that this trailer life creates.

So join me as I practice acceptance of my less than ideal, imperfect, and teeny-tiny home life. This blog will be ALL about my journey in hopes that I can help you to accept your journey too. I’m all about empowering mommies to enjoy their lives and overcome the obstacles within ourselves. I’m not a “go change the circumstances in your life so that you can be happy” person. I tried that, but then I ran out of energy really fast. There’s not enough energy in a single person to mother her children, love her husband, love herself and also try to muscle the circumstances around her to suit her preferences. There’s certainly not enough energy in me.

But I think I do have enough energy to savor the sweet, juicy center of my rather uncomfortable and prickly circumstances, and so DO YOU!