I think this one is the ellipses edition…
So this is, quite possibly, the latest I’ve ever waited to file my taxes. Living on the edge! It wasn’t exactly my plan. I had them 85% done in January until I was informed that one of my tax forms contained an error. It took from January until April 8 to get it straightened out and delivered to me. I have no idea why. It seemed like one simple error to me. But apparently it was more of a 2 or 3 month error. Then we went away over the weekend and I’d wanted to do it on Monday but I stayed up until 3:30 AM working on several other jobs I needed to complete and I needed a login to one of Tahd’s accounts to finish it and he’d already gone to bed on Tuesday night, and here we are on the 15th just before midnight…
Maybe next year I should wait even a little longer…11:47? We’ll see…
Tahd’s away again. I’d forgotten this trip was coming up. I think I blocked it out because it’s a short one and I figured it’d be no biggie. Heck, I should be well practiced after the March he had. You know…the eight whole days he was actually at home. (I’m totally have a great attitude about it…) And yet…I wasn’t. I totally cried while we said goodbye. Like, ugly, face-scrunched-up, totally defeated crying. I didn’t even know it was coming. I was just suddenly in tears. Which was decidedly unawesome because I’m pretty sure it made him feel like a heel, which I completely didn’t intend, and I hate sad goodbyes.
Movies I Want To See (please prevent me from wasting 2 hours of my life and tell me if they suck):
100 Foot Journey
About Time (again…I’m sure this one is worth it!)
The Imitation Game
Into The Woods
Theory of Everything
Woman In Gold
Do you know how hard it is to go to your annual exam with 2 toddlers? And have to strip down naked, wear a floppy, sloppy gown that doesn’t close and have to chase a 1 year old around the exam room? And not sweat buckets and feel totally mortified? I’d wanted to talk to the midwife about what sort of risks I’d be facing if we decided to have another child. I’m pretty sure she left and laughed and/or shook her head. Or both. Because, hello! Crazy naked woman with the busy babies who don’t stop screaming might want another child? #coughbadplancough
Have I mentioned I’m obsessed with the Duggars? It’s not a closet obsession, per se, but I do think it’s highly incongruous with all the other areas of my life. Like the fact that I have three kids versus 19 and I use birth control and I wear pants and short hair and am moderately liberal. But I do love their show, and I love the idea of their jurisdictions and I’m going to figure out how to do it with a smaller family. Why am I the one doing all the cleaning while everyone else plays, hm??? I need some help! And my kids need to learn how to do these things!
I’m going to bed without putting supper away. Again. Living on the edge.