tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23861701.post8204202428063860584..comments2023-05-12T05:36:38.005-04:00Comments on Builder Mama: Age isn't just a numberBuilder Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17713736027840470271noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23861701.post-78858745357789161032008-01-02T18:27:00.000-05:002008-01-02T18:27:00.000-05:00There is a difference of 18 years between the hubb...There is a difference of 18 years between the hubby and myself and not a day goes by that I don't worry about that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23861701.post-30276039753636365302007-12-31T12:24:00.000-05:002007-12-31T12:24:00.000-05:00you bring up several points that i try not to thin...you bring up several points that i try not to think about, but do anyway.<BR/><BR/>first, the kids-as-parents thing. with my own parents, there are 3 siblings "beneath" me, all of whom live in town, and all of whom have received much more in the way of "benefits" from my parents than i have--so i'm fairly confident i'll be able to duck out of most of the parental caretaking responsibility, which is good for me, considering my parents are only 19 years my senior, and by the time they need help, i'll probably need help, myself.<BR/><BR/>which brings me to point 2--age difference in spouses. i'm 6 years older than ben. which wasn't noticeable when i was a horny 32 and he was a horny 26 and we were dating. it's become more noticeable now that we're 35 and 29 year old homeowners-slash-parents-slash-parents to be, in the sense that i often feel he's not as responsible and/or "worldly" as i would like him to be. (though that could just be my impossibly high standards talking.) i worry how much more noticeable it will be when i'm pushing 50 and he's just hitting his 40 year old midlife crisis.<BR/><BR/>and then there's his parents, in their mid-50s, spending more than we make in a year on crap they don't need and shoving it onto the piles of crap they already have. i shudder to think of what's going to happen when, eventually, someone has to go in there and clear out all the shit. oy.Mitzi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04924366481274530148noreply@blogger.com