Yep, that’s it. I quit. And I’m not even doing that whole “Two weeks’ notice” thing. That’s just too mature.
I’m walking out on adulthood because… because… because I wanna! So THERE!
Okay, it’s just been one of those months, ya know?
First, I was SO proud of myself to finally get to paying taxes on time. So, on July 15th, I sat down and wrote out checks while talking to my mom. I mailed them off and patted myself on the back.
Not only did I later realize I wrote them for the wrong amount — my little addled brain was writing for hundreds, not thousands — but it turns out they were due on JUNE 15th. The April 15th deadline for quarterly taxes confused me.
Also, I’m only about 99% sure that I wrote the checks out for too little — these bad boys don’t have carbon copies — so I have to wait until they’re cashed to be sure they’re not enough. I don’t want to bounce a check to the IRS! Once I see that they’ve cleared in my account, I can figure out how much I was off by and write a make-up check. Making my payment even later than it already was.
In yet another tax matter, the state of Arizona threatened to throw us into collections if we didn’t pay 2010 taxes immediately. (The accountant said I had until October to send in the returns, so I assumed the same was true of funds due. Probably not the best assumption to make, but it made sense at the time. Did I mention my poor little addled brain?)
For obvious reasons, Tim was freaked out. And I wasn’t pleased — either with myself or my accountant, who had already screwed up a number of issues, so I’m not sure where the blame lies exactly. Still, when I went to make a payment, I took pains to be sure I got the second checkbook — the one for our second account. That’s the one with the extra funds in it, not our primary account, which has our weekly money in it.
And yet, somehow, I still managed to write the $793 check out on our primary account, which caused us to overdraw. Don’t know how I did it. I know that checking account number better than our phone number. I’ve had that account since I was 18 years old (that’s nearly 15 years for those of you playing along at home) and so I swear up and down that I made sure to grab the checkbook that didn’t have that account on it.
But facts would say otherwise. Facts would also indicate that I am utterly inept at this whole thing called juggling life.
Sure, I could blame it on the house issues (we’re still going round and round with contractors, by the way) or other stresses in my life. But the fact is that I’m just BAD at keeping things straight. I do okay for awhile and then things dissolve into utter chaos. Part of that probably is the Bipolar II, which makes me a cyclical person with ups and downs in functionality. Part of that is probably that whole “being human” thing. Which I still refuse to accept on the grounds that it’s inconvenient.
Whatever the reason, I think it’s pretty clear that this little arrangement isn’t working out to anyone’s satisfaction. So I hereby tender my resignation to adulthood. Wait, no, that sounds too formal and grown-up.
I hereby flip the bird at adulthood, maturity, paying bills and all other inconvenient forms of responsibility!
Except the universe consistently fails to let me off the hook. I keep waiting around for someone to bring me cookies and milk and/or tell me when it’s nap time. (I know I’m grown up because I soooo don’t fight nap time anymore!) But no one even asks what I want for dinner or cuts the crusts off my sandwiches.
So I guess I’d better suck it up and accept that no amount of cartoon watching will let me officially qualify for childhood again. (Just childish behavior. Not as fun when you have to deal with the consequences of your actions!)
Also, I’d better get a calendar to mark up with important dates ahead of time and get a better system so that our checkbooks are more separate. And maybe throw in a little pouting just for the hell of it.
Still, wouldn’t it be nice to be a kid again for awhile? When your biggest issues were weekly chores and fighting for a later bedtime?
What do you officially resign from?