I don’t like to use the word “hate”, but in this case, I feel it’s justified.

I hate tax season.

And, until parental cloning is perfected and approved by religious and governing bodies, I am left to my own devices, floundering in my attempts to be two places at once.

For those of you who don’t know, my husband is an accountant – virtually M.I.A. from January 30th to April 15th.

What’s that you say? The tax season has been extended this year until April 18th?

Oh joy…