Some self-help from Time - What to Do When Your Adult Kids Are Terrible With Money
Our youngest son is living at home, going to school full time for a trade, working part-time and helps around the house, which works out well for us too, I don’t want my husband on the roof cleaning the woodburner anymore.
They bitched constantly about how awful it was being "stuck with G-D kids" and how much we cost.
As soon as I was old enough, I left for an out-of-state university and worked my way through school. Got my commission in the US military and now I'm a Field grade Officer and combat veteran. I never even looked back.
Good grief, I can't even fathom being a "boomerang". Granted, my experience wasn't everyone's, but the thought of going back brings revulsion on many levels.
More “Hopey Changey” for the little heads full of mush. Their Messiah...will lead them to Utopia.(That is...Nowhere).
You mean the screaming college idiots who voted for this cretan? Welcome to socialism where the useful idiots serve thier king and get nothing in return.
Guess that vote for the won didn’t work out, eh?
This is not a new thing, happens every time the economy gets tough. For anyone who remembers Carter and the late 70s and who graduated from college anytime between the late 70s to around the mid-80s, you all know it was tough to find a job then too. I remember my senior year, getting close to graduation and finding almost no employer recruiters on campus, and damn few job postings in the papers (no job websites back then). So, you beat the bushes and found something, then worked your way up. You might have changed companies/jobs a few times, might have even gone back to school to get a different kind of skill or degree. And many of us did move back into the house for a year or two (paying rent, of course). So buck up kiddo’s, and if you play your cards right you will make out OK.
This is the Change many of them asked for.
In Sept 1981 I moved in with my parents after I graduated in May with an IT degree. It was a terrible economy but I managed to get a job in October. I stayed with my parents because they liked me there, I didn’t mess up, I didn’t know anyone and sadly, they really didn’t know me. I was the quiet trouble-free child. When I brought a girl home during my junior year in college, she asked me “Did you grow up with this family? There are no pictures of you in the house”. It was a great time spent with my parents. By May the next year, I had moved out.
Part of the problem is that there is too many people in college.