I hate @$##@$#$^%$# tax time

Last night while in the throes of suffering the impending pressure of 3 tax returns 2 FAFSA applications and 1 soc sec report, I let loose a blue stream that would have made an adult content rapper blanch. When my youngest son, Christian got home from work, Kirk told him "Your Mom would have earned 1,000 Scrabble points from just that one word that isn't allowed in your house!" Christian came up to me and gave me the most wonderful spontaneous hug. It made me melt and brought me right back to the reality that I would survive this horrid bureaucratic nightmare and my boys are worth every bit of the superhuman effort!