A mothers view on the costs of raising teenage sons |
Money - we need more than we’ve got. The bills continue to accumulate but just once I’d like to pay the lot. I look around the house, there’s really nothing more we need. So why the hell do we continue to spend? I think it’s just plain greed. We’ve got plenty of nice furniture and all the modern cons. We’ve also got a hefty mortgage and three enormous sons. The family sedan is nearly paid for but ‘they’ drive it more than us. Work out all the fuel ‘I’ buy and you’d think ‘we’ had a bus. Crash repairs aren’t that cheap as each of our boys now know. As the boys driving experience increases so the insurance premiums grow. The electricity bill comes quarterly but I have to put aside for it each pay. Computers, stereos and fridge door lights use much more power than they say. The telephone bill is monthly and I get a list of all the numbers called, then I put out my hand for 50 bucks each or threaten to have a lock installed. It’s a fact of family mathematics - the more you buy, the more they eat. The less you buy and they eat just as much - but from the take away down the street. None of the boys take after their father as they all want a University degree. The cost of this education however, is left entirely up to me. My part time job is not so bad and I hope the money is being wisely spent My personal surgeon, lawyer and psychiatrist is not just a dream, it’s an investment. Money - there’s never enough to go around. With the boys the bills get bigger, while my wealthy spinster sister often visits just to snicker. Health and happiness are two things they say money cannot buy. I reckon if I was rich, I’d give it a good old aussie try. But there’s not a lot in life I want except - to never have to worry, about car repairs, telephone bills and seeing the bank manager in a flurry. But the day the last of the boys leave home People will wonder what's so funny. when they see me laughing all the way to the bank - free at last to save some money. |