When I was a senior in college, my sister Kari lived with me and our two roommates, Laura and Stacey. Laura and Stacey and I were all students at Mines and Kari worked at Charlotte Russe. There were definitely some, ah, discrepancies in our priorities. We used to joke about it, especially when Kari would tell us she had a problem and we'd get all serious and then she'd say something like, "I just don't know what shoes to wear with this outfit." So, to avoid confusion, we started calling those "Kari problems." A Kari problem is something like not knowing whether or not to cover your cute shirt with a coat when it's cold out. Or not knowing which necklace to wear, or what color make up would look best with your outfit.
Ah, those were the good old days. Now I should probably start referring to most of my problems as "mommy problems." You know, problems like what to do when Kalena won't stop whining or what to do about the fact that half Will's food ends up on the dining room floor. College and motherhood. Two VERY different worlds.