I don't know about you, but I have no idea where my paycheck goes.
Well, that's not exactly true. I pay the bills, so technically, I do, actually know where the money goes. But, really, good Lord, the bills!
I honestly blame it all on the three children. If it weren't for them, I would happily eat Ramen noodles every night for dinner and then I would be rich.
I plan on being rich once they all leave home. That will begin when I am 42 years old (beginning when the girls move out to go to college when they are 18). And end when I am 48 (when Q moves out to go to college). And I will retire when I am 53 (that's my 30 year mark). And then, my rich self will travel the world. But right now I can't even afford a night away to a Motel 6. Which is not really a bad thing because I've been to a Motel 6 before and I can't really say that I want to do that again.
Chris and I are both educators. We suffer in long months because we only get paid once. On the last working day of the month.
The good news: I got paid today!
The bad news: I paid bills today!
And POOF! just like that, the money is all gone.