Tax Refund

Ok, how many of you spend the year thinking about what you're going to do with the refund you'll be getting come tax time?

We do. We hardcore plan everything out, to the penny, and make sure we make the most out of what we get back.

I know Queenie thinks my tattoo idea is awesome. She probably wants to go with me because what better way to celebrate some extra cash then getting new ink?

Really though, we fix up stuff on the house, get some new clothes for the kids, buy toys for the kids, take the kids to some kind of fun day thing. Basically, we spend most of it on the kids. 

That's something we'll need to revisit next year. Mama wants some mixer attachments. 

We splurged more this year than we've done in the past and got each of them scooters and Kindle Fires. Yes, all three of my spoiled ass kids have Kindles.

         

They LOVE them. We even got them headphones so they can watch their annoying ass shows and not subject their poor parents to the ridiculous pre-teen dialogs. 

Or the PJ Masks theme song. 

I can't take that one anymore.

What's really funny, is we have all the tablets password protected. They've gotten locked out a few times trying to figure out what the code is. Heh heh.

And the scooters! The three of them or so dang cute riding those! My Beast is a fan, too.

        

This post has shown me what my husband has been saying all along: My kids are spoiled. 

Meh. I'm ok with that though. They aren't little shits, for the most part, they have pretty damn good manners, and they're pretty awesome to people. I'm good with rewarding them for being wicked cute...I mean very sweet kids. 

Done!

"We are the champions, my friends..."

That's what started blaring through my brain Monday afternoon at 5pm. 

Tax season was officially over. We'd made it through another one and came out unscathed.

I mean, I've still got a headache that won't go away, the desperate need for a long nap and the want to remind my children what I look like; but damn, we kicked some serious ass this year! 

Now, don't misunderstand, we'll still have our busy times and the need to play done catch up, but the next 2 days? Those are gonna be spent doing whatever the hell I want. 

Day one? Spa. It was amazing, incredible, and hilarious all at the same time. My body is crazy relaxed and my toes are super cute. 

Day two. Shopping, lunch and movies with my hubs; the former tax widower. He survived, too. 

Shopping was (as always) fun, lunch tasty, and the movie was enjoyable. 

But, after a much needed nap, I wake up to find it's time to start getting ready for work the next day. 

How did those two days go by so freaking fast? I'm still sleepy, damnit!


My daughter says it's time to cook.

Crap.