i really thought i could do it all: work 12+ hours a day, be an engaged present mom & wife, clean the house, do the laundry, be the family social secretary, and blog. do i blame it on lack of hours, exhaustion, work? no … it’s about priorities and having some safeguards in place to ensure i don’t go freaking crazy, or rather, crazier. Continue reading →
i enjoy the materialistic luxuries that money has to offer, as do most people. that’s a big part of why i work 11+ hours a day – i don’t want to have to think twice about providing for my kids, whether it’s dance lessons, art classes, family vacations, after-school activities, hopefully a nice big house sometime soon. i’m sure people will agree though that there are things in life that you can’t buy, things you can’t put a price tag on because some of the best experiences in life are free.
when i was younger, i was messy. not really a slob where you couldn’t see the carpet under mounds of dirty laundry but more like i didn’t mind dust on my dresser or my long hair on the carpet or a small pile of clothes in a corner. that changed when i got my own place after college. my apartment was in a dangerous location – there were homeless people sitting on the stoop and snoring very loudly in the bushes – but it was $600 a month, and i could barely afford that. you see, i had very VERY did i say very strict asian parents, so you lived at home until you got married. but after living in such a restrictive controlled household then tasting the freedom of chaos (and many illegal substances) in college, you know there was no way in hell that i was moving back. i clearly remember my mom saying to me upon hearing that i’d already put a down payment on the apartment and got my keys and was moving out in 2 days:
“we are not giving you a penny if you move out now.”
“that’s fine mom because i will never ask for one.”