I designated Sunday as the day I would sit down and do our taxes. What a wonderful way to spend a Sunday, eh? What could possibly go wrong or turn your mood sour?
This was the first year of doing taxes that I had to figure out how to account for Rob’s second career, self-employment. I had quite a learning curve. I must’ve done terrible miscalculations at the beginning of the day because the amount we owed was obscene. I decided to put it aside and clean.
EVERYTHING that was out of place pissed me off ten-fold. Clearly the tax situation tainted my mood. The cat peed on my son’s bed, again. I broke one of my favorite mugs. We had a flat tire. NOT A GOOD DAY!
By the time Rob came home with Roger, I was a bit more relaxed. We “played” a fact card game, did Roger’s exercises for OT, practiced his singing for School of Rock, did FastMath, dinner, and I attempted taxes again. This time I found some errors and our owed money was more palatable.
In contrast, I am really enjoying this quiet Monday at work!