Taxes and thesis due on April 15!?
It’s the perfect storm.
I feel more stressed out right now than I did right before Miriam was born, probably. I can’t even imagine how Andrew feels since, you know, it’s his thesis that’s due…not mine.
Luckily, after Andrew spent an hour and a half on the phone with the IRS, we have our taxes basically figured out. In addition, we asked for an extension so won’t actually be filing our taxes until later this year after we get a social security number for Miriam so that she counts as a child.
Speaking of Miriam, we still have to get another birth certificate (third for her) and an entrance stamp in her passport. Part of me wants to keep telling myself that we have plenty of time to do this. The other part of me is screaming “SIXTY-EIGHT DAYS!” That same part of me is screaming “CURSE YOU, BUREAUCRACY!”
It’s not unlikely that, due to bureaucracy, it will take the whole sixty-eight days to get the stupid stamp in her passport. We hope not but we’re not holding our breath, either.
Besides that we still have to worry about what the future holds. Currently all it holds is a very, very blank slate.
At least that’s all that we can see.
But something will work out eventually, I’m sure.
In another flurry of events, Auntie Sarah got engaged to Cory on Friday, Uncle Jacob got his mission call (Lima, Peru) on Wednesday, Grandpa got put in as bishop in a BYU single’s ward last Sunday, and Auntie Em leaves for Nauvoo for her summer-long service mission in less than four weeks.
So good stress and bad stress. I’ll leave off with a statement from Andrew, “I’m so stressed my whole body hurts.”
Me, too. Me, too. But there’s a light at the end of the tunnel: April 15th is only three sleeps away! Then we can relax (a bit).