Born Free...Taxed to Death

Today I was supposed to gather together my tax information. Of course, I was supposed to have done it many times over the past few months. It is just that it is so much fun to sit down and realize how little money I make, how much money I spend, and wonder how it is possible I stay afloat that I just want to set a time to really revel in the joy of the season. So after NOT being able to sleep in since Nethan was grunting to poop and whining because he is teethin' a molar, I decided to head to Wal-mart for needed household stuff and Sam's Club for a new version of Quicken since my 2000 version is going to be useless in a month or so. Granted I usually wish I had taken a Xanax when I shop at Wal-mart but today was a wonderful shopping experience. So much so that I worry about the future of Wal-mart checkers. I was able to walk right up to a "do it yourself" line, scan my items without incident, bag them, zip my credit card through, and tell myself "Have a nice day". Instead of leaving the store with my usual cursing about the world's low lifes and shaking my head in disbelief, I headed right on home with a big ol' smile on my face and didn't realize I had forgotten the Quicken at Sam's until I was speaking with Caela. Not thwarted at all, I decided I could still stage an attack on my 2003 taxes.... but blessed little Nethan needed some Mommy milk and a nap. Figuring it would help my head cold, I thought I would close my eyes for just a moment. .... You know what happened next, right? Yep fell fast asleep. Wake up at 3:30, decide Nethan and I really do need to do his Baby workout, and next thing you know it is dinner time. Now kicking myself cause I know the day is D O N E and I am not going to get to enjoy this blessed event at least today. Ah what the heck, tomorrow is another day and it isn't like I was going to be able to mail it to Jeannine on Sunday anyway....