I wonder what the poor people are doing right now...
So my first official play group is at my house next week and I have to admit that I am a little bit nervous. Ok a lot...but not really for reasons that you might think. I have stuff planned for the kids to do outside, and the girls in the group pretty much rock (from what I can tell) so it should be cool.But...I am feeling a little bit white trash lately...which is not cool...not cool at all.
We aren't poor- we are middle class. We have a 3 bedroom house, 2 car garage setup thats about 1,500 sq feet. So it's not a mansion- but we have pretty nice stuff and our cars are paid for. We have room for all our junk! There has to be people out there like us right- it's called middle class...not one lone family in the middle of the pile....
I don't have to work- but I do partly because I would be bored out of my mind and partly cause I do enjoy to blow money ever so often and if we just had one income we would make ends meet but that's about it... Personally- I am good. I buy junk when I want it, we have some in savings, and my bills are always paid. I have a house that doesn't kill me to clean [cause I am not paying someone 100 bucks to come clean my house- I am OCD and have to clean before they actually come over anyway...I don't want them to think I have a dirty house afterall...but I am off topic now..plus I like having people come over. I have a big red suede couch, a big tv and a ton of movies- come hang out at my casa...it's all good! My hubby is an aircraft mechanic, we will never be rich. But he loves it...and I love him...so here we stay.
But then...I have a moment like I just had recently (names and details will be withheld to protect the innocent- though if you are reading my blog you are probobly cool and I'm not talking about you anway) where I feel like beverly freakin' hillbilly.
Some of these moms are loaded! I drive up to their huge houses, where they have their 3 suvs parked in the driveway. Who needs 3 suvs- aren't we having a gas crisis here? These ladies are the reason why! And their house is of course spotless, because I am sure someone comes to clean a couple of times a week, and they have such a big house that there are just empty rooms with no furniture in them.
Hello! What is the point?
Well anyway- so this group of mommies was talking about getting together again and rotating houses and one of them makes the comment.
"Oh my house is TINY- its only 2,500 sq. feet."To which I hang my head in shame...If that's tiny then we must be living in a mobile home or something! Check please! I think the baby has a dirty diaper, gotta motor.
So my question is- there are moms out there that are in the middle class right? I have yet to go to anyones playgroup yet...and I hope that they all don't come to my house and turn their noses up at my tiny little house and my cute little baby SUV. Maybe all the middle class moms are at home cleaning their own houses, or cooking their own meals...or even god forbid WORKING?!?
Now don't get me wrong- I commend them for having the money, the job, or drug cartel that gives them the bank to afford houses like this. And I do have some good friends that are rich. And I have some friends that live in trailor parks. If you are cool- then we can probobly be friends. But if you are loaded- don't say stuff like "Oh my house is tiny" in mixed company!
Just Oi Vey!

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We're a middle class family of 7, and our daughter goes to Hockaday here in Dallas, same school as Tom Hicks kids, Laura Millers kids, Ross Perots grandkids, etc...
Our first party we went to at this mansion, there was all of this really cool mexican art in one room, and one of their cats was chewing on this huge wood piece, and the woman says, "Oh, I hope Rick doesn't see that."
The cat was chewing on a piece of art worth about 25k and it was no big deal to them, hell, our van cost 25k.
Almost all the girls went on these great trips to Oh, let's see, China, Spain, France, Mexico, some of them for months at a time.
Our daughter (my stepdaughter) got to go visit her dad and stay in his crappy apt for 6 weeks this summer.
Oh, and everytime one of the girls in my daughter's class had a party, it was always a swim party because of course all these people have swimming pools and hire out lifeguards for their kids parties.
And that first party, this one little girl wanted my wife to get her something because she thought she was one of the maids that was going around serving stuff up to the parents and girls.
We have had several of our daughters friends over and they are all nice, but I bet the parents would probably wonder how the hell we managed to get in to their exclusive club.
The great thing is I always tell everybody I'm retired (I took an early buyout from Southwest Airlines so have enough money for the next couple of years).
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