Taxes

Whew, tax season is over.

Honestly, this makes Rick a real bear. I am not a fan of living with this bear that takes over my husband's body for weeks. Especially when he is constantly saying, Margaret I didn't see XYZ in the folder, please get this for me.   Oh yea, I love how he bellows these things at me. 
Or my absolute favorite is an email sent to me giving me a list of things he needs. 
Apparently the file cabinet and/or the computer is just too hot to touch for him and only I can fetch these things and not burn my hands. Another good one are the emails I receive from him for months. I get all the documentation in order before this all begins. 
I have color coded folders for him. I am sure an accountant would be thrilled to have all these things so damn organized. Oh, but The Bear is not pleased or can't find them.
So what happens? I get more emails saying he needs this or that.
I then walk into the dining room - or ground zero, and show him that he has them already.
The last email I got I immediately went into ground zero, picked up the correct folder, pulled out what he was looking for and walked away saying nothing. 
He is an utter spaz and insists he didn't see it or I just hide it. Yep, that's what I did. I hid it so I had to have this conversation.  I mutter to myself, "I like him, I really do like him, remember that Margaret, don't hurt him"

I keep telling him to send this all to a "guy", let the guy's wife have all this grumpiness.
But nooo, every year he does all 3 divisions and is Mr. Cranky Pants.  My dining room table looks like papers and folders have vomited everywhere for months.

I am thankful beyond belief that it is over. I also do really appreciate that he does this for us but seriously now that business is back to normal, pay someone to do this Rick!!

I booked a massage for my husband this afternoon to bring his shoulders back down to below his ears where they belong. I didn't tell him you see, just booked one for a surprise for all the stress he has been dealing with in that dining room with his laptop.

This morning as I handed him his paper work for the day, he looked over all he was doing. Before he got to the last one, he said, "I love having such a light day." 
Then he turned to the last work order of the day and he saw that it was an hour massage. 
He was like a kid on Christmas morning. He was so cute.  
He looked at the work order, up at me, and then said, "For real? Today? I really have only estimates and a massage? Ah,You really take good care of me."  
Yup, that's what we do. 
I told him I gave all jobs to Gary and made his day easy on purpose after the weeks of taxes and long work days.  He does deserve this.  

Yesterday afternoon after Rick sent in the taxes online I asked, "When do they take the money out of our account?" (we owed money again) 
Rick said, " I don't remember if it's after they go over our return or how it works, to be honest, I'm sure sooner than later though. It is the IRS you know." 

This morning when I came into the office I looked at our account online. 
I like to see if the credit card charges from the day before were correctly deposited. (in the past there have been big issues) Sure enough, the IRS took out our money last night. WOW. That was fast wasn't it?  I bet if I was getting a refund it wouldn't have been that lightening fast now would it?

Taxes over! Let summer begin.