Today is a bad, bad day.
The taxes were finished this morning.
The last year has been turbulant for me, career-wise, so I had been careful to take off some extra tax to cover my freelance. I guess the math was off, because I owe $300. Not horrible.
But Darling Husband owes … ugh, I don’t even want to type it. Three thousand. Three thousand. Something about his work not taking off enough.
I want to sit under my desk and cry. Everything is so hard right now. It feels like no matter how hard we work, we can never get ahead …