It's tax time, my least favorite time of year

When you're self employed, as I am, and don't like math, this time of year is the worse. My husband usually does our taxes, but he asks me to get all my records together so that he can do the rest. I build up such anxiety over this every year and it's so stupid. Every year after it's done, as close to April 15 as possible, I vow to do better. I just cannot stand doing this. I can think of a million other things that I'd rather be doing. So I do.

Two days ago, my darling husband declared Saturday to be our "get the taxes done" day. And he repeatedly asked me to have everything together by Saturday. It bugged me that he told me five times that he wanted me to get it all together and I told him I understood what he was asking. Making sure I know what he is requesting does not equal me getting it done. I could either stay up all night and work on it or...let's see....organize my office? Do laundry? Alphabetize my stamp sets? Hmmm. Or I could just do it! I don't know why I dread it so much. I love being self employed 99% of the time. It's just this tax thing that I loathe.

Wish me luck.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Bummer! I used to hate it but now I do our taxes and I do it the beginning of Feb. So, by April I'm still enjoying spending my return ;-) Good luck! I hope it goes well for you. I guess you're not missing out on anything since it's raining.

April 07, 2007 9:45 AM

Bobbi said…

Good luck, Kelly, I hope it's all done by now. We are lucky to have an accountant brother-in-law. But I understand the procrastination thing. I do that when I have a writing assignment. And I don't mind writing, really. I just resent the pressure and the deadline, and do anything to avoid it. PS We have a son born on April 15, so that helped make the day more appealing!

April 08, 2007 10:54 PM

Heidi said…

How did it go Kelly? Taxes are not something I stress about much since I don't own a business or anything. And Ben also likes to get them done in February to get them out of the way by the time spring rolls.

April 09, 2007 4:08 PM

Lonna said…

This is really funny. I find that James and I are the opposite. I ask and ask and ask...he hears nag nag nag and then when it really comes down to the wire and only about an hour later he is finished and then a big burden is lifted from my shoulders and I forget that it even was a pain. Ahhh taxes, what a silly situation. I hope that all goes well for you. We know how it is to file for your own business.

April 13, 2007 6:46 PM

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