Lovely RITA

Meter Maid [aka Her Dreaded Tax Madame]

I am in a funk. It's that April 15th time of year again. That time of year when I try to filter though a stack of papers and figure out why, once again, my record keeping isn't as organized as I want it to be, and how I am going to fill out the taxes. [It isn't actually that hard for me to figure out why-- the screaming banshees circling me and the lovely picture that someone drew on the W-2 are pretty good clues.]

But it always puts me in a funk. And just when Turbo Tax has gotten me through the worst of it, I remember the dreaded Regional Income Tax Agency. That hag known by the name of RITA. I shouldn't hate her that much. I only owe her a dollar this year. But because of that dollar, the forms tell me that I need to file quarterly estimates next year. Really? What are they going to do if I don't send in $0.25 each quarter?

Time to let it go.

It's been a crazy week. And it is only Wednesday.

Monday had me talking with the Principal, the reading teacher and Chase's new classroom teacher. All to establish that Chase's assessments that came home last week were totally inaccurate. This transition has been hard on us all. The good news is that she is on level. In between phone calls I was trying to work on the taxes. Good times.

Tuesday I was trying to make a work project deadline. But the editing system hard drive crashed. Just when I needed to make a major edit to a video. Our editor misspelled the word "Business" in some titles. Of all the ridiculous things to foil a project. While worrying about that, I missed some items in something I proofed. Then, while mentally beating myself up on the way home, I had a rock hit my windshield. Smack in the middle of the driver side. And there it stays. Lodged in the glass. New windshield being installed Friday.

Which brings us back to now. Taxes are done. State and RITA envelopes are ready for me to insert check and mail. And I should feel relieved to have that out of the way. But somehow I don't.

Hoping that my mood improves on the morrow.