April 15th. It’s the deadline of all deadlines. Taxes must be reported, paid and accounted for, like it or not.

For me, though, this day doesn’t mark a deadline at all. It’s more of a finish line, designating the end of my “single-parent-of-five-boys-with-a-full-time-desk-job” status. No more getting up before the sun to rouse my boys and get them to school so my tax preparer husband, who had worked late the before, could sleep in. No more loading and unloading the dishwasher three times a day, instead of my usual one or maybe two. No more being the primary negotiator, peacekeeper, grocery shopper, laundry processor and limo driver.

But then again…No more alone time savored after all boys were on their way and I was not yet logged onto to my work computer. No more playing the music I like as loud as I like it. No more having sole ownership of the remote control.

Yipes!

I wonder if I can get him to file an extension…?