So, I filed my taxes today.
Not really a big accomplishment, right? I agree.
But, if you know me, you'll know that the journey to finally get here was a rough one mostly because of my mom. Because she has other (more important-- don't tell her I said that) priorities, a form that I needed came to her house and I could not file my taxes without it.
Days past, 2 weeks to be exact, and my mom still kept forgetting to send me the form that I needed. How frustrating, right?
Well, she finally sent it today, and I began to file and realized that the refund that I was getting back was a horrible number. Bombs went off, my stomach dropped, my heart basically exploded. Well...not really, but I immediately tensed up.
How could I possible OWE anyone money when I have so little to begin with?
So I called the one person that I go to for basically everything --my mother-- and complained to her.
"Ma, what the heck?! Help me."
Now, what I've neglected to tell you before is that before I started to file today, my mom told me to make sure that I put in some important number as I was filing or my return would be wrong. I didn't really understand what she was talking about so I quickly dismissed it and started anyway.
Big mistake because this is EXACTLY where the bad number came from.
"Did you enter in the number I told you to put in?"
"No, Mama. It didn't ask for it."
"Are you sure?"
"Okay, I'll try to fix it."
'Try and fix it?' The last time I checked, my mom doesn't work for the IRS or have any other knowledge about taxes other than when she files hers so I knew she couldn't really fix it.
So I go back through my return and look for mistakes that I could have made.
I mean, come on. It's me. If there's something wrong with the return, it's most certainly because I didn't enter something in correctly.
And there it was. The exact place for the number that my mom told me I needed. And of course, the second that I enter the number in, the return goes back to normal and ya girl is back to where she started.
My mom can't help herself. "One day, you'll learn that sometimes I actually know what I'm talking about."
Okay...she definitely has a point.