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I had a dream last night that doesn't take Freud to figure out. Basically I was in a boat, and was sailing over parts of a city that was submurged in water, and I was working for two people who are former bosses of mine, and they were telling me I was screwing up.

Fear of failure much?

Then I get a call from my dad, who is doing my taxes, and we may actually owe money because my husband screwed up his 1040 (or whatever the damn thing is called) and chose an excemption, even though I've told him numerous times never to do that. It's almost a deja-vous, because I know we've had this discussion before. So now I may owe the stupid government money I don't have, and I also don't know if I am going to be able to deduct the $7,000+ that I spent for child care because crazy babysitter has disappeared to parts unknown, and never gave me her social security number so I can claim it. I can ask Kate the nice babysitter for her number, but that was only for a few months, and I feel sort of guilty about calling her and asking, since I pretty much abondoned her. Sigh.

I'm just in a very depressed mood today. Could be partly hormonal, but still. Just not feeling very optimistic about life in general.

I rather feel like crying, if truth be told. I hate being a grown-up.

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I had a dream last night that doesn't take Freud to figure out. Basically I was in a boat, and was sailing over parts of a city that was submurged in water, and I was working for two people who are former bosses of mine, and they were telling me I was screwing up.

Fear of failure much?

Then I get a call from my dad, who is doing my taxes, and we may actually owe money because my husband screwed up his 1040 (or whatever the damn thing is called) and chose an excemption, even though I've told him numerous times never to do that. It's almost a deja-vous, because I know we've had this discussion before. So now I may owe the stupid government money I don't have, and I also don't know if I am going to be able to deduct the $7,000+ that I spent for child care because crazy babysitter has disappeared to parts unknown, and never gave me her social security number so I can claim it. I can ask Kate the nice babysitter for her number, but that was only for a few months, and I feel sort of guilty about calling her and asking, since I pretty much abondoned her. Sigh.

I'm just in a very depressed mood today. Could be partly hormonal, but still. Just not feeling very optimistic about life in general.

I rather feel like crying, if truth be told. I hate being a grown-up.