Taxes

O how I hate to do taxes. Even though I use Turbo Tax and they ask me all the right questions and know all the forms. I am just not good at all the ins and outs of the federal government. But there is no help for it. Drew has been antsy and anxious that I hurry and get them done so he can sort out his financial aid package at RIT now that he is officially accepted. I have to get the taxes done before I can fill out the FAFSA that is required.

I know, I know. I'll get to it, but I have to have absolute quiet and no interruptions. Hold your horses and let me get on with it. Click. Click. Click. Yes, no, no, no, no. Brutal. Section by section I manage to force my way through the relentless questions, abhorred by the red amounts ticking away in the upper corner. You owe the Federal Government . . . Ouch. Today the system seems flaky. There are parts they tell me they will get to that never come up. Something is wrong.

I close out and reopen, back tracking and checking answers. Bad enough to have to work through it once, let alone twice. I find the missing links and fix them. That's better. I am closer to even-steven now. Phew. I review the past few years, and realize with a sinking feeling that my income is shrinking. Health insurance and just about everything else goes up. Except my income.

Well, not to worry. I have what I need still. God always provides. When that needs to change, He will let me know. Or just fix it. Meanwhile, I have had enough for the day. FAFSA will have to wait, Drew not withstanding.