As usual, much to chew on here.  Our kids attend a private school, where their father is a teacher. We pay for it, but not nearly as much as the other parents pay. That being said, we are not exactly "target demographic" for this school. There are days when I sit in the carpool line wanting to bang my head against the steering wheel. The children have more expensive shoes than I have, and so to say that the parents' cars and homes are bigger, prettier, and fancier is an understatement. Fortunately, so far, our kids don't seem to mind the disparity. The same can not be said of their mother. I resent sometimes paying babysitters who drive up in brand new Infinities. I frown when another order form for another t-shirt comes home. The new homes that are going up where I live are monstrous eye-sores. But there are days when I sure wouldn't mind living in one. 

I don't know if people EARN the right to live in a house. I do find it obscene at times. That being said, they have the money, ergo, they have the house. The weird part is that some of these people, many of them are my friends. I don't think many of them have a clue what it's like to live like we do; on a budget, simply, peacefully. There is more I want to say on this but I think I'll chew some more first.