One of my spring rituals is to moan, groan and make everyone within a ten mile radius perfectly miserable as I get in the mood, find time for, and finally settle down to do my taxes.
If I would carve out a nanosecond of the hours I spend kvetching, I would be done in an afternoon. But no, I follow the same playbook each year which may be another definition for insanity. Here is my foolproof system for the dreaded tax day!
- Clean my house. I certainly can’t sit at my desk working on my taxes if there are dirty floors, unfolded laundry or a speck of dust high on a shelf.
- Get out of my pajamas…no slouching around doing taxes at the kitchen counter.
- Eat something. It is important to fortify myself for the daunting task ahead. Even though my office is just a few steps away from the kitchen, I do not want to chance fainting from hunger.
- Hydrate…I stand over the kitchen sink drinking water and then fill a water bottle to take to my office. Marathon work sessions require hydration!
- Tune into a tax preparation station on Pandora.
- Open the shades to let my neighbors see that I am up early working in my office. No slackers at this house!
- Make a fresh pot of coffee to ensure that I stay alert for the long haul.
- Give my dog Ginny a little extra attention to atone for not taking her for a walk. Plus, a dog biscuit to pacify her…for a while at least. She looks so wistful!
- Sharpen some pencils …I can do crosswords in ink but not taxes.
- Check the thermostat…don’t want to get too chilly or sleepy in a warm room.
- Go to the bathroom. While I’m there I may as well brush my teeth. And floss too.
- Gather my tax documents, some blank folders and sit down at my desk.
- Check my emails. Would not want to miss something important!
- Check my blog. I can’t neglect my blogging community!
- Silence my phone but first text my sons that I will be busy for awhile.
- Set the timer for 45 minutes to remind me to stop for lunch.
- Prepare a healthy lunch to get me through the afternoon. See #3.
- Spend the last hour of the afternoon getting the job done.
Finally, I reach that glorious moment, when all the pages are completed and the documents organized. I deliver them to my CPA and walk out of his office singing “Free at last. Free at last. Praise God almighty, I am free at last!”
Ginny is happy. I am delirious.