I finally got my w-2. I went and had my taxes done yesterday and my return is $549.00. And I owe the state of Missouri $61.00. They suck.
The cheapest route at Jackson-Hewitt was the IRS direct deposit.
It will take 10 days�and my return after all their direct deposit fees is $422.00.
To add insult to injury, there is the $124.00 fee that I have to pay Jackson-Hewitt for my tax-preparation that is due the moment they are finished doing my taxes. I was soothed a bit because they gave me a $25.00 gift-card to Satan�s Butthole, I mean Wal-Mart because I had my taxes done there. It made it worth my while.
At least I got it done.
The IRS will suck the life out of you. I paid them $2900 this year in Federal Taxes. I filed Head of Household. I claimed day care. Plus, the child tax credit.
And all I�m getting is $422.00.
You people are so lucky. You know who you are. You are people like my baby sister that got back $5,600.00 on her taxes.
You stink.
So, I needed some incidentals, so I decided to go to Wal-Mart. If you know me, you know I LOATHE that place. I despise it. But I needed toilet paper..and I had a gift card, so I went.
I drove around in the parking lot for about 100 years. I couldn�t find anything close.
Eventually though, someone did pull out about 25 spaces from the front door, so I took it.
My heart pounded as I approached the door. I hadn�t been in
Wal-Mart in at least 2 years. I�m a Target kind of gal.
But I did it. I walked to the entrance; I went in a grabbed a cart. In the beginning, I felt a little tense because there were people EVERYWHERE. But I got used to it.
Stuff was cheap. I was surprised.
I had to remind myself to spend at least $25.00. I got some Garnier� Shampoo for Jackie. I got a battery for my smoke detector. I got some TP and this cool 409 kitchen anti-bacterial spray. I got my favorite trash bags, the Glad Force Flex.
All in all, I was pretty happy. I made my way to the front.
I couldn�t believe it when she said my total was $39.00. I gave her the gift card, and I was over by about $15.00. Not too shabby.
I let out a bit sigh of relief as I walked back out to my car.
I survived Wal-Mart. I might not go in whenever I need something, but once in a while might not be too bad.
I can�t believe I said that.
I talked to Max this weekend about ignoring Jackie. We were in the car going someplace on Saturday and I brought it up. He said he was sorry immediately. I half-expected him to argue with me and say he didn�t do it, but the little man was honest.
Go Max.
I�m a terrible mother. I yelled at my daughter this morning and made her cry. Sigh. I feel horrible.
Its moments like these that I worry something will happen to Jackie and my moment of crabbiness will live on forever. I could never forgive myself if something like that happened.
Mondays are bad for me. I�m always extremely tired because Sunday night I a) couldn�t fall asleep or b) wasn�t tired enough to go to bed at a decent hour. This hearkens back to my days in the Navy where, if you were a minute late, you got written up.
We are always in a rush Monday mornings so I make sure on Sunday night that I have signed Jackie�s assignment book, checked any homework and put it in her backpack. I didn�t put her stuff in her backpack this time, but I did remind her to do it.
As usual, she found something else to do besides the very thing I told her to do.
I don�t have many rules except 1) don�t misplace your medication because it�s expensive and 2) always have your gloves and hat in your backpack and 3) put your dishes in the sink when you�re done with them.
This morning we woke up 10 minutes late and we rush around. I�m rushing around the living room when I realize that Jackie has again left dishes lying around. I try to ignore that.
Then she says.. �I need my inhaler.�
We go to the end table and the inhaler is not there. I am instantly stressed because time is ticking. I am also stressing because I�m already going to have to pay $20.00 for her Singulair this week and I can�t afford to buy this new, more expensive inhaler, which is also $20.00 until my next payday on the 10th of February. I tell her to find the stupid inhaler. Instead of looking for it, she stares at me.
�FIND THE STUPID INHALOR, JACKIE!!!!!!!!� I yelled.
We look in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and her bedroom. No dice.
I start looking on the coffee table. I lift up her assignment book (which she had not put in her backpack) and there it is. Laying on the coffee table.
I am grouchy. I am livid. If she would�ve put her stuff in her backpack like she was supposed to, she would�ve seen her inhaler on the coffee table. If she would�ve put her inhaler on the end table, where it belongs, we could�ve avoided this mess altogether.
I�m pissed.
And I�ve already yelled at her.
Which I�m sure gave her a great start to her school week.
10:16 am - January 31, 2005
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