March 9, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
I love Taxmas. You know, that time of year when we get our tax return? Which usually coincides with my husband’s PHAT bonus and performance review from work?
Now we’re just trying to figure out a few things. He wants to pay off the car (wise) and I want to put some money into the house (also wise). He wants to pay off the Home equity loan (super awesome wise) and I want a new king-sized bed. He wants to put it in the bank, I am dreaming of new floors. Whatever we decide will be the right choice. For now? It’s collecting interest.
But! A few more things have been going our way this Taxmas!
My mother is leaving the rehab hospital and goign home after six weeks. Which means! The yapper! Cujo! GOES HOME! But I’m, ahem, mostly, you know, concerned about my mother. And stuff. Like. BUT HE IS GOING HOME. Just sayin’.
The steamer I thought was broken? The carpet steamer, the most ESSENTIAL ITEM in our home? Well. The husband took it apart, found out it was missing a valve and a belt (WHAT? How did I not notice those things falling off? I mean, HELLO!) and then he ordered new ones and now it works again. HUZZAH! Which is good, because the yapper? Is also THE PEE-ER. UGH. But fixing it saved us $300 so there’s that.
And! In three weeks Bugaboo has improved by leaps and bounds. His behavior is so much more manageable and we are all breathing a sigh of relief. The only problem now is finding more things he’ll eat because he’s currently waking up in the middle of the night to eat. But! He hasn’t bitten himself hardly and that is so freaking awesome I want to throw a party. So I might. Bring taters, mmkay?
AND! Best yet! Taxmas is providing us the funds for a little R&R this weekend. We’re going to an awesome historic hotel in a historic New Jersey beach destination and getting pedicures and massages and SLEEP! Did I mention SLEEP? Because, honestly, I don’t care if we go to the freaking motel down the street, SLEEP!
And also? My house is being cleaned furiously by Some Unnamed Person because that Unnamed Person is embarrassed for her bro and sisters to come here and take care of my kids because EW and stuff like that. Feast your eyes on the new and improved basement playroom, my friends:
Remember the filthy, messy basement? Not anymore! But those of you who have that basement envy? Look closely at the stains on the floor. Bugaboo happened, puppy accidents happened, “smelly water (bleach)” happened and I’ll never, ever let the husband pick out the color-of-dirt carpet again because, HELLO! It’s almost white! And! Don’t be jealous because it has no ceiling currently because Bugaboo ate the drop ceiling tiles and we had to remove them and now he’s ripping off pieces of metal from the drop ceiling track and now we have to drywall the ceiling. At some point. Maybe next Taxmas: