It’s tax day in our house. Tom is taking the kids for most of the day, so I can wallow in stacks of paperwork and decide that taxes are stupid.
Don’t get me wrong, I believe in the idea of taxes…public works, roads, school, etc. It’s just the doing the taxes that bothers me. I secretly think they actually already know exactly what you need to pay, they just like putting you through all the agony.
The taxes are my job. Mostly because I’m the only one who makes it to the end without crying. But Tom does know how to butter me up for the occasion.