Somebody’s Gotta Pay for This
That somebody is me.
We live in a finite world.
We are creatures with infinite appetites.
When I was single, I lived in a house with 4 roommates. Most bills were split 5 ways. I spent zero time thinking about money. There was always enough to do what I wanted to do.
As a married man, I live in a house with 6 roommates (my wife and 5 kiddos); bills are split 0 ways.
Who’s gonna pay for all this? The bills, the insurance, the groceries, the ball lessons? The field trips, the taxes, the car repairs, the Christmas presents? The needs of our crew of 7, along with some wants too? The have-to-haves, the nice-to-haves, the need-to-haves, the want-to-haves — who’s gonna pay? Someone has to.
That Someone is me.
And I’m ok with that.