Tax season. Bah humbug. As if anyone’s excited by the notion of it (aside from accountants maybe) but really it blows, does it not? Certainly our current president doesn’t make it a thrill for us poor to middle class families. Perhaps if I were in the top 1% then I’d be celebrating over fine champagne while watching my secretary cry into the copier but thankfully that’s not me, really.

Thanks to do-it-yourself tax software and the wonderful web we did the deed (filed our taxes) fairly painlessly. Still it sneaks up on you and its this daunting feeling when tax time comes. Like the grim reaper’s knocking on your door, he’s got the wrong address so you just send him on his way but as he leaves he says, “See ya later.” and it makes your skin crawl just a little.

Something occurred to me this tax season that got me annoyed enough to squeeze a blog entry out about it. As I went along filing the ‘Deductions’ portion of our tax return, I lovingly added our daughter as the biggest and cutest write off ever known to man. Then I noticed the area where your given the option to write off any Day Care expenses you may have incurred… now, in case you’re new to Momthropology, I’m a stay at home mom, Dr.Wilma is too - tho honestly all moms are ‘work at home moms’ unless you’ve got a nanny, maid and chef at your disposal, then you’re that top 1% that Mr.Bush loves so much. So this Day Care expense write off is staring me in the face and I move on with this annoyed feeling. I click, ‘next’ hoping that there will be the place where I can write myself off as an expense, I am the day care provider after all, and the maid, the chef, the personal assistant and so much more. So where is the section where I get to write off my trips to Target? If I whipped out a bill each month for my husband and presented it to him as if I were a daycare, could we write off my services then?

I can do that! I can make an invoice for you IRS, really it’s no trouble. Then would you allow me to cut the same sort of deal that you’d give me if I were paying a stranger to do all these jobs?