I’ve been having to do some grown-a$$ sh%t lately. It deserves a four letter word.
I have kids.
But that definitely does not make me grown up. (What up Teen Mom!?).
Yeah, kids are hard. But Snooki can do it, so come on.
I own a house.
But we still haven’t climbed out of the recession that allowed people to get balloon mortgages for 110% of their house value.
That is not grown up–that’s just taking candy from a candy store.
But you know what is grown-up?
Like, no one is ever going to make a reality show out of this stuff, or lament over the gilded decadence of these decisions, or even want to discuss this sh%t over a kid-free cappuccino?
- Wills and living wills,
- Transferring and consolidating 401k’s, and
- Loan modifications.
Throw in there some serious mattress shopping and a trip to the car dealer for a recall repair, and you know you are a grown-a$$ woman.
You want to sign up for the get-grown-quick trifecta?
- Go to getyourshittogether.com to find advice and free templates for kicking that living will in the ass.
- I can’t fill out those nasty 401k transfer forms for you, but I will say our financial adviser–another person you are not going to see fist pumping on the Jersey Shore–has made this much less painful. I love ours and will share him with you upon request.
- Loan modifications. Hmmm… Just bend over and take that one in the you-kn0w-where. That’s where banks usually like to give it to you, anyhow.