DH has a very very wealthy friend, the kind of family money that blows your mind. He (the friend) is a lovely guy, nice wife, nice child, and I've never been remotely envious of their life before. I honestly believe that the kind of money they have does come with its own problems (admittedly problems we'd all like to have!) and I have never believed that money buys you happiness. Maybe just a nice house to live in while you're miserable :)
But I am pregnant and starting to face the daunting prospect of raising a child on a 'real' income, worrying g about how I will get back to work as we will need the £ and I am self employed so my income is shaky at best of times and I have no maternity pay of course... I have found myself obsessing over DH's friend's family life, and how glorious it would be to have a child while living as they do (full time housekeeper, cook, yes really). I KNOW we're all luckier than most of the planet, I know I have never wanted anything I haven't worked my arse off for... And yet... Can't stop thinking about how blissful it must be to have a child in that way and never have to worry about the mortgage... Or boil an egg...
Slap me back to reality, someone???