I am slowly revolving in the seventh circle of tax audit hell. Love of my life is in denial. He didn't open the registered letter he signed for and upon questioning about the exact date of said audit would gaze skyward and announce that we had "time".
I found and opened the letter. It contained the list of documentation that we needed to provide. The due date is May 21. Love of my life was sketchy with details after his last appointment, but did say that we needed only to mail the documentation to Kansas City. That much he did get right, but we will no doubt have to over-night this to get it there on time. They want ALL the receipts for THREE years. As tempting as it is to shove them all in a box and send them I am trying to separate them annually and by category. I hope that by doing this I will generate a little good will with the auditor.
This is my "break" today. My brain is still not balanced after my whole Effexor event and I want to cry. I would rather be doing ANYTHING than this. This morning I spent a couple of hours blissfully stacking firewood and pulling weeds. Drew has avoided any contact with the whole mess and is staying out in the park working until well after dark. I hate him; the coward. I have finally gotten all the necessary receipts into piles by year. Now I am going to go in and divide all of 2006 into manageable categories and create a spreadsheet for each one. I keep telling myself that the first one will be the hardest and that I will breeze through 2007 and 2008 because I will know what I am doing by then. Hold that thought. He has now gone to work....in my car. I am thinking I might need to go search his truck for wayward receipts. He has a bad habit of writing notes like phone numbers and such on receipts and sticking them in the visor. I don't really know why...I have NEVER seen him refer back to these notes....ever!
Now that I have vented my frustration I shall get back to the task at hand.............
7 comments:
Oh Kathy, you have my total sympathy colored with dread. My only hope is that we don't make enough to warrant their attention.
Sorry about the audit. Just make a cup of tea and pretend you are somewhere else. I kind of like mindless sorting, doing the spreadsheet would send me into fits, however. Lucky for me, my husband is the business mind in our family, so I can abdicate all tax responsibility to him. Which, of course, is exactly what they tell you not to do as a woman.
Oh, I don't envy you, but it sounds as if you are methodically getting it under control.
Do you have a doghouse? Can Love of Your Life sleep there until he has learned his lesson? :-)
I have a headache just thinking of the meticulous work that you did!!!
I have been spending my time trying to figure out a new computer. The apple was a lemon!!!
Ellen--Oh, we aren't being audited because we made money...it is because we have shown a loss 4 years running. Should have turned a profit last year, but fuel prices killed us. You would think they would know that!
LoL-The sorting doesn't bother me; but the spreadsheet is giving me a fit. I don't want to make it too general, might encourage too much scrutiny. The trouble is finding balance; I am alone and can't bounce ideas off anyone.....
Jo-As much as I would like to lay this at his feet, I have to share the blame. I know how scattered his thoughts are and I should have taken control long before now. I would so love to be that woman of yesteryear whose responsibilities were limited to spending an allowance at the grocery and salon. Guess I will handling the books from here on out, though.....
Hit--Not only do I have a headache, but my neck,shoulders and butt hurt. I am not having luck with my computer either. Had a spreadsheet going and the stupid computer had a brain fart and lost it all..... Being the careful person I am I had it down on paper, so I have quit for the night. Maybe a new day will help.
Hi Kathy, I read your comment on Lover of Life's recent post. I just wanted to say I can relate to how you feel about not wanting your mom's negativity to transfer to you. I had a toxic terribly negative mother, a paranoid catastrophist I guess is a good word. I have to check myself all the time, because those years of her negativity did in fact infiltrate my psyche. Anyway, just wanted to drop by, say hello, and yeah, been there too!
Rain
We had a run in with the IRS a few years back, it was a nightmare. I used to be afraid of them but now that they're run by a tax cheat I figure... how much crap can they give me? lol
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