Oof.

I think you’re doing great! I’m a lot older & have more money, but it feels like every month we get slammed with something that keeps us off balance.

At what point did it become permissible to think of our 20’s as an extended teen decade? Here are things I did in my 20’s:

I moved here after TABOR, and it remains bizarre to me. And some people will definitely want their $6, rather than supporting schools! SMH.

I worked as a therapist in a residential treatment center for teens with eating disorders the last time I was so thrown by someone’s self-image so thoroughly.

It's all easier if you start early. My 4yo knows the basics of how sex works. My 7yo knows that some alcohol is ok once in a while, but too much or too often is bad for you. You can scale up the info as they get older, but why not start at an early age?

Also, they simply need to know their genetics. My husband’s dad, mom, & brothers have varying degrees of addiction issues, from functional alcoholics to hardcore heroin abuse. My husband never had any problems, but you can bet my two sons will know their history & risk factors.

My husband gets pouty about not being able to fart at full volume in his office, even with the door closed, because his secretary’s desk is close by. He considers this very unjust: he’s in private! Why can’t he fart as God intended him to?

My husband snores like a bear, so from the dawn of our relationship I've slept in earplugs. Early on he apparently thought that meant my other senses were dulled as well, because he'd rip off volcanic farts in bed once he was sure I had my earplugs in. He was astonished/delighted/laughed until he cried when I finally…

Nope. I have a shitty sense of smell. Still like things clean.

Our estates & trusts attorney actually made this for us when he did our wills. It's sweet.

My sons will leave this house knowing how to do their damn laundry & make a few basic recipes. Minimum.

Even though I don’t work, I have a huge policy too. That way my husband could take tons of time off to mourn my marvelous self & get things settled for the kids, then maybe take a lower-paying, less demanding job & be home more. It makes me feel a lot better knowing he will have that cushion.

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/me-co…

I... I don’t get this. My husband isn’t an incompetent ‘Commercial Husband’ who needs my gentle loving guidance to avoid putting dish soap in the washing machine. Who is married to these men who can’t change sheets? Why is this your life? Why is this the male role model you’ve chosen for your kids?

I got married & changed my name before getting my Ph.D., so I’m Dr. Husband-name. It was my choice 100%, but I was 25. Now, at 37, I’m not sure if do it again. We’re happily still married, though, so I'm not planning to revisit the issue.

Not to be horribly awful, but she's a dumpy lady who lives in a very well-kept double-wide in the middle of Nowhere, Idaho. Lilly Pulitzer ladies have other people attend to their garnishes.

My sister is marrying a very nice, but very macho, firefighter. I don't think garnishes are a front burner issue for him.

My Crazy SIL’s crazy mother told my sister she'd never attract a man until she learned to garnish plates correctly. In earnest. Parsley in hand, used to gesture for EMPHASIS.

I’m trying hard to teach my kids that hard work is most important- because a lot of the time your effort is all you have control over. Through that lense active, engaged participation is absolutely something I want to reward.