It’s a conundrum. Having stayed up all night the last night at home, I thought I’d sleep like a baby on the plane. No such luck! I really had a hard time sleeping.
I did write a blog post on the plane, though! You can read that; I am going to bed. Good night, y’all. Here you go:
I didn’t sleep at all last night! (Why is every thought that goes through my head music-related?) I finished the laundry (every item of clothing we own is clean); sorted books and papers for the trip (and culled them to a reasonable amount); and packed ALL the bags! (Pack ALL the bags?)
When I finished packing, I started in on the paperwork: I paid the last bills that had come in, and then decided I would file an extension for our taxes.
Ha! An extension? Surprise! (Not.) Taxes have always been the bane of my existence. Unlike the organized people I know who e-file as soon as their W-2 comes in, I almost always file an extension. It’s absurd, since we always get money back.
So I sat down at about 3:30 AM to file an extension. Little did I know that Turbo Tax was going to make me give so much information in order to estimate whether I owed or not (which you have to state when you file an extension)… I ended up just going for it and doing the entire thing. I know I missed some deductions (I had four Goodwill receipts and no documentation of what the heck I had donated) that could have gotten me a bigger refund, but you know what? This year, done is better than perfect. Actually, that is true every year, in everything, but I don’t usually practice it.
I am sure I was the least efficient tax preparer in the world. I kept dozing off, then waking up suddenly to realize I hadn’t typed a darn thing. At 5:45 or so, the yard debris truck came, reminding me that we hadn’t taken the trash out. This is a bg deal in Portland these days, since we only get our trash picked up every other week. (It’s especially tough for us, because we use the smallest can they have available.)
But I digress. I finished the taxes just as David woke up to our alarm. He made breakfast as I printed the forms and dropped them into my Box of St. Deb the Helpful, a catch-all for everything I almost finished before the trip. You know: cookies sold but not delivered, library books to return, an important form to fax – all stuff that I could have gotten done, but not at 6 AM on the last day.
- I’m grateful! so, so grateful, that we made it here safe and sound. Praise the Lord for a safe trip!
- I’m lighter! I really had to let some stuff go in the packing… though we still ended up with too much stuff.