Ahhhh... tax time.
As usual, in spite of my oh-so-honest intentions to get my butt in gear and get my forms in on time, I will confess that I'm filing an extension.
I do have a perfectly good excuse, however -- actually, make that two perfectly good excuses: my daughters.
See, I've been busy cooking and cleaning and prom dress shopping and hosting sleepovers and going to school plays and lacrosse games... oh yeah, and then there's that job I've been working to pay for many of the aforementioned activities.
I'm not complaining, though. It's what parents do. My girls are the light of my life and so very, very worth everything I do for them.
But on Tax Day, I get a bit more appreciative of how much they mean to me.
This year, it's around $2,000.
They truly are annoying when they whine or when they fight,
when complaining about homework or a shoe that won't tie right;
plus, they're noisy and they're stinky and they cost a lot to feed,
and it seems there's always some new toy they really, REALLY need.
They keep us from our sleep and leave us stretched from all the stress;
they muddy up the floors and leave their rooms a massive mess;
they dismiss and disobey us and then question all our knowledge;
they rebel and they revolt and then they leave or flee to college.
Yet though they test and tax us, we're still glad for our kids' births,
and today I have to say that I do realize their worth;
so even if they misbehave, right now I just won't sweat it,
'cause I'm thankful for and so adore my beautiful tax credits.
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