Bad day

Jason and I got up this morning and resolved ourselves to do the dreaded taxes. We have put it off because we knew we would owe. The church takes no taxes out of his check so it leaves us completely on our own and as self-employed. We had money set aside but we had no idea how much we would need to pay. We were in fairly good spirits in the morning when we started. The first mistake was not eating breakfast before the big push. When lunch came around and our tax debt was going up and up in the little box at the top of the computer we were a bit queasy and not that hungry, so we pushed on through. By late afternoon we were entering in our bank info to have the appalling amount withdrawn from the account. We were shocked and snapping at one another every time we came face to face. Jason took off down the stairs to go clean the kitchen. (Something he only does when he is upset!) I stayed in the office to clean the mound of paper work up, and pay a few bills. I went down to grab my paycheck from the kitchen only to find it gone. I asked Jason if he had seen an envelope with my name on it and he grabbed it out of the trash, ripped in half, and wet with coffee grounds. He said it looked like trash. (I did not find this funny) Glaring at him I rushed up stairs to call Savannah's school to find out where her away game was. Angry and in a hurry I jotted down the address and we rushed out the door. (Still no food by the way.) I snapped at Jason for driving to fast and he scowled at me for being bossy. We came to the school 35 miles away with out a wrong turn and I was feeling (although hungry) like maybe our day was looking up and perhaps we could put this ugly tax thing behind us. Jason and I were even starting to act cordial to one another. As we came closer to the kids playing softball we could not find Savannah's team. After wandering around we called the school only to find out that the secretary had given us the wrong school! My head pounded and I wanted to scream. The silence in the car was defining as we headed back twenty miles or so, the other way to the correct school. We made it just in time to watch Savannah bat. The game was over at 7:30 and we were all too ready to eat. We all spent a few minutes arguing over where to eat and finally got to Fazoli's. Not much was said between Jason and I until our way home from the restaurant. We grinned at one another and he said, "Do you feel better? I do!" Yes I did in fact feel much better! We are home now and I feel the object lesson for the day is: Have lots of snacks and sustenance around when doing your taxes.