This is one of those times when the less-useful aspects of my nature really screw me.
The facts:
1) I need to get the tax filing started. I’ve never been this late in filing before, and it’s eating away at me like a small but ravenous hamster of dubious parentage.
2) Dave and Margie are going out tonight for their aniversary and we are babysitting Katherine. In my opinion, the only problem with this is that they aren’t leaving soon enough — I want them to preface their dinner with a nice mid-afternoon matinee — more Katherine time is more good fun. Lately (and this is entirely my fault), most of the visits to the Consortium have involved me needing to “do something”, which is cutting drastically into the time I get to spend as “Uncle Bear”, so tonight’s situation is excellent.
3) I’m Compulsive and I have issues with delegation.
Thus, the question, posed by my wife: “Do you want to me to stay and work on the taxes while you babysit, or should I go while you work on taxes?”
Is there a third option?
Please?
I want to go over, but I MUST be involved in the tax-work.
Result: I’m left feeling vaguely disgruntled and crabby at being left behind at our house, and there’s no one to blame but myself and my own… let’s be nice and say “foibles” and not “disorders”.
