Tax season

It happens every year you know...

TAX SEASON!!

Ugh...I hate it because it means my husband will be absent....for a long time.

It really starts in January already. Gearing up for it. The tension. A few lateish nights.

By the beginning of February the girl and I adjust to Dad not being home for dinner and just carry on. He usually makes it home by bedtime and the girl and he have a story together etc. He and I get to spend some time chatting and relating. We actually have discussions about pertinent things. I dont worry too much about lack of time together because they have their mornings with eachother as E takes the girl to school everyday but Wednesdays (Bible Study for dad)

By the end of February the girl and I actually start enjoying it. We eat out some days. We have cereal for dinner on other days...we watch Phil of the Future and That's so Raven until bed time. She makes a phone call at bed time to say good night to E. It cracks me up because she lies on her stomach on the bed, feet crossed in the air telling him about her day. SO precious! E and I talk alot on the phone and IM each other all day long so we stay in touch about the critical things like getting new tires on the car, hiring someone to cut the lawn, getting a new AC unit. Big discussions about emotional health and spirituality or politics are saved for the weekends.

By the beginning of March its: "Who's dad?" E is working Saturdays and late most nights. We are in the zone.

By the end of March its: "I WANT DAD!!!" Our communication is limited to quick phone calls and IMs that go like this.

ME: How was your morning

HIM: Good, you?

ME: Good too...anything new?

HIM: No, just LOADS OF WORK

ME: Gotcha

HIM: Gotta run...I love you...more later when I come up for air

ME: I love you too

By April I start to wonder if he is having an affair. KIDDING, but its like a race to the end. Working until 10 everynight and on Saturdays too. We keep his life as simple as possible. I contract out he chores that he usually does. I have food waiting for him when he gets home, and stock the fridge with beer. When he is home the girl is sitting by him, walking by him, holding his hand. The question du jour is "What time will you be home"

The week of the 15th cots are intalled in the office and they have intravenous coffee avaialbe for those who need it. KIDDING,but thank GOD its almost over.

And when its over....its over...and its SOOOO GREAT.

What is that old joke? "Why are you hitting yourself with a hammer?" "Because it feels soo good when I stop."