My Dad told me that, especially when it came to money matters, which were usually breadline or extremely tight with little lee-way.
I always worked in thirds: the wages would come in, one third would go to Mum for my keep, one third into the building society and the rest was mad money for the month (but this included any bus fares or lunches). It worked.
Living at home was a cheap option , but both Sis and I always made sure if we got a rise or a bonus, Mum got extra. We never took it for granted, and if a hefty bill came in, we’d both chip in an extra five or ten pounds to help cover it.
Fast forward to a home of my own, and the same rules applied, though first and foremost the mortgage and bills were covered, fuel for the car, then I’d try and put half of what was left went into savings.
Hubby worked on the same principle……… prioritize rent and bills, car, a little bit in the bank for savings, and the rest to last until next pay day.
These days it’s a case of prioritizing the monthly outgoings and making what’s left cover everything else. We’re doing OK, but it can be tough sometimes.
In my working life, I was always working to deadlines, even if I’d set them myself, but would prioritize getting the statements out and ensuring any back log of work had been loaded onto the system before I started my Credit Control procedure. I was good at my job, and my time management skills were, even if I say so myself, damn good!
On a personal level, Hubby and the dog come first. When Mum was alive, it was her well-being, safety and happiness that mattered and were most important to me.
When I was fostering, it was the family under my roof.
I’m down there somewhere, but rare I would prioritize myself unless it was a life or death situation.