This will not be a post about bashing my man… but he and I could not have more differing points of view when it comes to finances, or more aptly put: spending the green stuff. I am of the staunch school of thought that no matter how much you hoard it, ultimately you can’t take it with you. Whereas I’m convinced my husband thinks someone’s going to craft quilt out of cash to bury with him! (Or perhaps just line the casket with it...)

Okay, I don’t think he wants to physically take it with him, but gosh darn it he sure doesn’t feel at all comfortable spending it while he’s here.

My husband, unlike other M.D.s, has never felt inclined to wear his profession like a status symbol and park those M.D. plates on a Porsche. No, he is of sensible Honda stock. I mean he literally drove his 15-year-old Honda until old Bets was almost dead. It’s not that I am clamoring for a Bravo Housewives of Beverly Hills lifestyle – I mean how many nannies do two kids need? And do I really want my mouth stretched so tight via surgery that it begins to resemble that of a marionette? Heck no! (Though I’d take just a smidgen of Botox between my brows.)

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However. I think money is here to make your life easier and, if possible, to give you that little bit of extra oomph as you make your way through the day. And, for example, if you’re a kid who HAS to wear glasses -- with no chance for contact lenses in your immediate future -- well then, in my opinion, your face accessory should be as glamorous and fun as you can make it.

Or at least that’s how I felt when I took my kids to get their brand spankin’ new specs today.

Unfortunately my husband, who’d prefer we get our eye wear at Bargain Vision Village, appeared to be in physical pain as I let the kids choose their frames from that case that screamed big fat dollar signs. And while I was humming “rain drops and roses” and skipping around the store oohing and ahhing at how cute my kids looked in their newly chosen specs, I could’ve sworn I saw a lone tear trickle down his cheek as he handed over his credit card.

My question to all you guys -- and married couples -- do these men, who are so utterly attached to holding onto the green, ever let go?

Melissa Chapman blogs about her marriage and everything in between at http://www.marriedmysugardaddy.com/. Her work has appeared in The Staten Island Advance, Care.com, ABC News, BlogHer, Baby Center, Momtourage, Lifetime Moms, Babble, The Washington Post, Time Out NY Kids and iVillage.

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