On hold

I'm on hold with the IRS waiting for help. Have been on hold for about half an hour. My fault for leaving it until the last minute. Though that said, ultimately it is Jason's fault for failing to provide me with any of the information I needed. For next year I've told him he needs to print it as he receives it and file it in the "tax" folder (which I do for all my stuff), rather than leaving in his e-mail inbox of enormousness and hoping that he can remember to look for it months later without me asking specific, probing questions. I swear, for every document I've gotten from him I've had to ask 5 times over several weeks before suddenly his memory jogs. I figure it would be easier for him to just hit "print" and not even read it and let me figure out what to do with it and if it's even needed at the end. Despite my instructions (and pleading) I suspect we'll be at the exact same spot next year. This shit is so much easier when I'm the "gatekeeper" for the information. He's like having a disorganized client back in my accounting days. I know his type. Frankly, it's most clients. If I ask for the same stuff every year... how is it that every year you fail to anticipate this request?

In other news, the baby is moving ALL THE TIME. It feels a little like the tightening I get in my stomach when my car spins out or fishtails. Yes, I used to own a big, old, boat of a car, so I am VERY familiar with that feeling. While I am familiar and accustomed to the feeling, I generally didn't try to sleep or eat while it was happening, and I'm finding the kicks and bumps during meals and bedtime to be rather disturbing.

My parents arrived late Saturday night and I had the house mostly put together by the time they got here. Enough that most rooms were presentable at least. Still not done any curtains for my room or theirs, and my room is still a messy disaster, but all the main floor (not counting the craft room which no one goes into but me) looked presentable. Upstairs the guest bedroom and bathroom were immaculate, so even if the rest was a disaster that's all that counts.

Okay, after an hour of hold time and an hour and a half of research on the phone with the IRS guy I've come to the conclusion that I know more about their tax laws than they do, at least on the subject of resident and non-resident status. I then went away and crunched numbers for a few hours to determine the best way to handle this. Now I just have to go and get my passport notarized and get Jason to sign the return and it's all ready to go - at last! Then on to the Canadian one - weee! Won't even start on that until my parents leave. Felt kind of guilty today that they had to amuse themselves all day while I did paperwork.

Time to have a shower so at least I'm dressed and ready to prepare dinner.