Taxes: DONE. Whew. Took me all morning, and then the accountant zipped through them in a half hour. We had the honor of being his last client for the day. He's taking tomorrow off. We're getting a little money back, which will go straight into our special funds account. We're saving for a new roof and furnace. Cha-ching to both items.
School today? GOOD GRIEF! Thomas spent the morning hiding from his frenzied mother. I was looking for receipts, tearing the house apart, acting like a mad woman. Talk about waiting until the last minute. Thomas did tons of reading and science today. He had his art class this afternoon.
I still feel like I'm walking knee-deep in water. One less thing now, though. Now on to other pressing issues. I'm also hoping to get my house back in order sometime soon -- that would make me feel so much better. I did express to Bob tonight how frustrated I am, because everyone leaves everything for me. I've become the maid, and I don't like it one bit. He actually floored me by mentioning he'd been thinking of spring cleaning. HUH? Bob, cleaning? He wants to wash walls, windows and scrub and re-seal the floors. Cool. I hope it comes to fruition! I'm not holding my breath, though. ;-)
2 comments:
Knee deep wading, eh?
But--the taxes are done!
And my ds hides from wild-eyed Pesach-making mom the week before Passover. Today he told that "you always go just a bit nutty before Pesach." Thanks for the vote of confidence, kid!
Well, you've taken one more step.
Sometimes just taking each step you need to take is a heroic act.
Good luck with neurologist.
And don't be afraid of medicating depression should it be serious. Just getting the neurotransmitters balanced can help you get your life balanced. And then you can go off of them again.
You've got a poolful of reasons to be feeling like you're wading in knee-deep water.
Soon enough, you will wade right out again!
Congrats on getting your taxes done. I love it when our are complete. Then I anxiously await our refund. :(
Just take it one day a time. You will get there.
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