If You Become a Youth Pastor's Wife...
Teenage boys will randomly show up at your house without warning, and I can guarnatee that they will need to use your bathroom. You will have to learn the hard way to never again leave your lacy pink underwear on the bathroom floor.
Occasionally, a date with your husband will be interrupted by
a) a phone call from someone needing help with their boyfriend/girlfriend
b) one of the kids calling and saying that they're really lonely and really, really want to hang out, and your romantic picnic in the park turns into you and your spouse sharing a blanket by the lake with another dude.
If you are a newlywed, at some point one of the youth kids will be in your home, on your couch, and they will suddenly leap up and demand to know whether you've done it on said couch.
You will be invited to more birthday parties than you were all of your years in elementary and middle school combined. It will become a fun game to guess exactly what food will be served at each party. "Barbeque potato chips and store bought cupcakes! I win again!"
You will have to invest in a one-piece bathing suit. Even if you have an abnormally long torso and haven't been able to fit into one since you were eight.
When out with the youth group, strangers will always assume you are an adolescent and part of the youth group. Just another reason to wait a while before getting pregnant.
You will be exposed to more punk rock Christian bands than you ever knew existed.
You try to inspire them and hopefully teach them something, but you always end up learning so much more from them. And they'll kind of steal your heart a little bit.