Tales of Being a CPA’s Wife
With April 18 (this year’s tax deadline) just around the corner, this CPA’s wife is ready to have her hubby back. This year has been rough between his stressful work of taking care of his clients (our love for them keeps us going through the long hours) and our air-conditioning going out. Seriously, something big happens every year toward the end of tax season, so I don’t know why I was surprised about the A/C. But I was. I will never learn.
Thankfully the weather has been cool enough to leave the windows open and be pretty comfortable, but it’s not going to be for long. So as soon as he gets finishes with the last tax return I will be standing outside of his office door with my sweaty face pressed against the glass begging for an air-conditioning fix.
Normally I do a big house project during tax season to keep me distracted from the loneliness. But between the wedding and some growing pains with a few of the other kids, I haven’t been able to do that this year. I’m gonna be lucky if I can get my closet cleaned out. Whenever I’m feeling a need to throw myself into a project these days, I just go make something on my Cricut and call it done. I’ll make a card for a friend or a phone case sticker and try to be satisfied with that until the next creative urge hits. Mama can’t keep up with big projects anymore.
We are wrapping up our homeschool for the year and we’ve decided that the younger boys will take a break from school this summer. Normally we just pick up the next books and keep going, but we have gotten ahead of schedule and I think we all need a break. Our older boys will keep going through summer, but they do most of their work on their own so it won’t be a lot from me. They have too much to do before graduation to slow down. These boys have big dreams y’all.
Yesterday morning I was teaching my 9 year old a lesson on metaphors. He couldn’t understand, no matter what I tried. He is the most literal person I have ever met….and I am married to a tax attorney, OK? Literal runs rampant here. But this kid could NOT get the metaphor thing. I said to him, “Let me give you an example, ‘The girl was a pig at dinner.’ What does that mean?” He would almost cry and reply, “I don’t know. I mean, a person can’t be an animal. It doesn’t make sense!” On and on it went. His workbook assignment was to write a metaphor for a pizza. He would write things like, “Pizza is food.” We may need to do a little school this summer. Metaphor school.
That’s how we roll around here during tax season. James works day and night while I hold the household and homeschool together as best I can…with or without air-conditioning.
Have a great weekend!
