Taxes, one of Americas favorite things to talk about. Between my republican friends and myself, this one topic can lead to hours of wonderful, nasty, educated/uneducated and heated debates. I am not the smartest person I know, so I like to keep things basic. How much did we pay, how much are we getting back? This particular financial task is left up to my husband…mostly because I do EVERYTHING else in our lives so taxes are his moment to shine. He is a wonderful dad, a great husband and provider, but lets just say the day to day tasks get him down...way, way down.
So yesterday, just for fun, and because I needed some info from the form for my work, I decided to actually look over our 1040 form before I signed it. Now, to be honest, I don’t normally read anything I sign…this would cause my entire family to take a collective gasp since they come from the mindset that everyone is out to get you and identity theft and crime are an ATM or online banking transaction away. But for some reason, maybe because I was ready for some economic education or maybe because the universe was into me this day...I read what I was signing.
WhenI looked at the form and saw it only had my son marked as a depenedent I was alarmed. I don’t know much BUT I do know I have two kids….and if I ever forget, I am quickly reminded by my certain body parts. Whenever I sneeze, I soak myself and when I need a bra, I always head to the junior department at Target...this helps me never forget
When my husband got home from work I said very casually “hey hon, did you forget to put Addison down on our tax form?” At this point, he looked at me with a blank stare (which I must have found attractive or alluring at some point because it has been a part of our lives often the past 10 years) and said “oh, I totally forgot about her…how did that happen?” My question exactly!
The story ends with my husband calling the CPA and the man saying something like “you never told me you had a daughter …no problem we will get this fixed.” Nate then asked, “ will that change our refund amount?” I am no financial advisor but I knew someone would have to pay me for my 2 days of labor, vacumn extraction without pain meds, and 42 stitches... So $1500 later and the comfort knowing that without my due diligence our daughter would be nothing but a figment of imagination to all the people at the IRS, I sat down, turned on American Idol and had a glass of wine.