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My Life Thus Far
2016-04-05 07:04:33 (UTC)

I Gotta Let It Go

This entry will be brief, seeing as how I'm already not going to get enough sleep tonight. It's after midnight, and I have to be up no later than 7:30am to get ready for work. I open, we have yet another visit, and DAD WILL BE HERE TOMORROW! It's going to be a big day!

It was a decent day. I can't complain. I didn't have the best day sales-wise, but I honestly don't even care. I made last month, today was Day one of fiscal April, and I've got plenty of time to worry about that later. I had a short shift, and it was lovely. Tomorrow I work a normal day, and it's going to be so tough getting through it knowing dad is so close!

After I got off I went food shopping. I needed to stock up on more fruit, and I got the kids snacks, bread, peanut butter for sandwiches, coffee for my dad. Nothing major. I'm sure we'll get more of the things dad likes when he gets here. The house is all clean and ready for his arrival.

Snookums came home from his first day of the new quarter seeming a little preoccupied. This is his last quarter before graduating with his associates degree. I'm so proud of him for sticking it out. Anyhow, he seemed upset about something. As I suspected (because he's pretty predictable), it's money. Once again we're strapped (like we are a lot lately), and he needs to buy an expensive book for school... and we have bills. It never ends.

My solution to this problem was finally getting around to doing our taxes. I don't know why I dread it every year. Nothing has every majorly gone wrong, and yet I have a mini panic attack every year. I guess I fear someday we'll get audited, or the IRS won't accept our return, or it will get rejected. Who knows, but I fear it. More than death, and that's just dumb. Somehow, my wonderful husband fucked up his W-4 when he started working at Trader Joe's. He had zero dollars removed from his paycheck. Not one single dollar. Resulting in a $3,000 tax obligation. Which means all but $2,000 of the almost $5,000 I paid in taxes last year went to cover his debt. A debt he didn't need to have. I won't lie and say I was pleasant about it. He got an earful. Or two. If he wasn't sure how to fill out the fucking form, why didn't he just ask? There's no going back now. I did have him go in and fix it for this year, so we aren't in the same position next year. It's just really frustrating seeing what we would have gotten back had he not messed up. It's still nothing to shake a stick at, but still... ugh. I gotta let it go.




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