I grew up poor. I mean, poor. I had two pair of jeans to wear to school, and if one got messed up, I had one pair of jeans to wear to school.
I went out after high school, got a job, and learned how to live with twelve pairs of jeans, a closet full of blouses, sweaters, shoes, purses, and I was not near as happy. All that stuff had to be washed, kept neat, folded, ironed...
I am not too worried about what "class" we fall into. We have enough to pay the bills. My daughter has decent clothes and we are sending her to private school. My husband does a job that pays him a decent wage and he finds fulfillment in his work. I am a sahm with a part time job working with kids and I am very fulfilled with my work. We have low debt (if you can't buy it with cash you don't need it is our motto.)
Too many people are trying to live beyond their means, and for what?
Now, I do think we, the middle class, get it up the butt at tax time. But that's a whole nother ball of wax.
I went out after high school, got a job, and learned how to live with twelve pairs of jeans, a closet full of blouses, sweaters, shoes, purses, and I was not near as happy. All that stuff had to be washed, kept neat, folded, ironed...
I am not too worried about what "class" we fall into. We have enough to pay the bills. My daughter has decent clothes and we are sending her to private school. My husband does a job that pays him a decent wage and he finds fulfillment in his work. I am a sahm with a part time job working with kids and I am very fulfilled with my work. We have low debt (if you can't buy it with cash you don't need it is our motto.)
Too many people are trying to live beyond their means, and for what?
Now, I do think we, the middle class, get it up the butt at tax time. But that's a whole nother ball of wax.