Stop And Take A Deep Breath

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This old gal…

Got it…the gut bomb…ever dreaded…anxiety triggering…envelope…from the tax guy…containing that giant tax packet gifted to you to ease the pain…of preparing for the big day…

In charge of taxes me…saves important documents all year…stores receipts…bills…donations…knows that establishments will get those save for taxes statements…mailed off in time…but still…when that giant envelope comes…this old gal…teeters on the edge of the what if panic…

What if…she doesn’t have the right documents…or isn’t sure where to locate them…what if she can’t figure out this online uploading…or help that husband of hers…when he stresses over the online…signature…

What if…some new old people tax was recently implemented…and retired old people us…get blindsided by some whopping fee…we weren’t expecting…

It’s just so bloody taxing…physically taxing…mentally taxing…emotionally taxing…but taxed me rips it off like a bandaid…uploading pdfs…snapping photos…getting those documents in the hands…of someone more knowledgeable…

This husband of mine stays clear…of the frenzy…knowing it will soon blow over…when all is said and done…until…of course next year…when that envelope…that dreaded envelope…arrives…
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And his deep breathing wife…agrees…