I may have given you this little rant before, but since I spent yesterday complaining about yard work, I thought I'd share another of my least favorite things.
Ever since we got married, my sweetie is under the illusion that I like paperwork! I think he believes this for three reasons, first, because I got my degrees in English, I must like paper. Second, I agreed to do all the paperwork even before we were married (but that is mostly because I was afraid that if I left it up to him it would never get done!) and third, he doesn't like to do it.
And sometimes I don't mind, really I don't. But today it has finally gotten to me. I have been trying to pull together my financial report for my Girl Scout troop, and that is not quite as bad as doing taxes, but almost. I have to find all the receipts for the year, log each one and make sure everything is in order to begin the next Scout year.
I also have all these bills coming in from my surgery. You know how that is, one from the hospital, one from the anesthesiologist, one for the radiologist...the list goes on and on. Looking through all those detailed lists to make sure they didn't double charge me has me wishing I might never see another doctor's bill in my lifetime, especially if it means I have to get cut open again.
Even the fun paperwork of planning our family vacation has me a bit down today. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's summertime and my kids are all still in school and all I really want to do is play!
Now if someone would just sign my permission slip, I'd be out of here.