the farmer’s daughter

I finally got all of our taxes filed yesterday.  I am the business manager/accountant of this little three person family unit and, well, I had been putting it off.  I got my coffee, got my slightly bent out of shape glasses that I don’t really need, got our large pile of w-2s and 1098s and set to work.  I finished with somewhat satisfactory results.  We just missed getting a huge credit.  Maybe we one of us should have decided against one of the lesser part-time jobs, but what’s done is done.  It felt like the final goodbye to 2007.  2007 was a year of many jobs.  We hope 2008 will bring no more than three.

I was surprised at my financial contribution last year.  I am here, taking care of the little guy weekdays so I think the assumption of many people who know me is that I sort of leach off of the husband.  That is not so.  I added what I brought home to the price of reasonable childcare and learned that it would be equal to the salary of a regular 9-5er.  I guess the only difference is that I don’t really have anything like sick days and, oh yeah, I stay up all night two or three times a week.  I am tired.   I don’t remember what I am saying.   I am just addicted to writing a blog entry with my morning coffee.

I really miss doing crosswords.  That has been the major consequence of getting my daily news online.

The snowstorm was snowy.  We spend all weeknights in anyway.  Joe had a lot of work to do on a resume or something so I actually watched a movie by myself.  I watched “Girl, Interrupted” which I have seen before.  I can’t remember how I decided on it.  I guess I was too tired for subtitles and not in a mood to laugh?  My aunt was supposedly at the same facility as the woman who wrote the book around the same time.  I am always interested to get any information about anything to do with anyone in my family with mental illness.  Those are the stories no one really tells unless they are really mad at someone or there is a death in the family (or national television has been interrupted to bring fast-breaking news of a cult compound being raided by the government: my most famous cousin was involved in that one).

I dreamed about painting fireworks onto black velvet last night.  I remember I was using acrylics.

Now I am  dragging my feet.   I should be paying bills.  It hurts me to give more of our money away.  Our bills are outrageous lately thanks to a couple of medical incidents, an extra car that won’t work, and the cold weather/terrible price of heat.  I feel alright after all of the payments have left our account, then that sinking feeling again as the new bills start rolling in.

I am going to take my son out to play in the snow.  I don’t have any better ideas today.