My daughter moved out last June. This is probably a good thing despite the fact that I don't really like the situation all that much. But she is 20 and she is paying for rent on her own. sooooooo........
I didn't get to the taxes in a very speedy manner because I was swamped at work. The annual conference was on the 11& 12th of April. With having a new secretary it was complicated. Then there was the house from hell that I will have to recap later. So I finally did Kate's taxes last week. I emailed and facebooked her that she needed to come to my office to "sign" them. We all know I could have forged the whole thing and no one would have know but I needed her to be responsible and understand that this is not something you can just do when you get to it. Coming to my office required little effort. I work at the university she attends. But typical; she was flaky.
On Saturday night I had probably just fallen asleep when the phone rang. I jumped out of bed, turned on the lights and couldn't find the damn cordless phone. Luckily D was still up playing a game and answered the phone downstairs. I heard his say "I'm sure she is now" and then "mom Kate's on the phone" OK, she wasn't dead that was confirmed. So I went to the kitchen to find the other cordless- missing. My heart is racing because although it was confirmed she was alive why was she calling at midnight?! Shaking and trembling I went to the basement. D handed me the phone and there was Kate all bright and shiny "hey mom, sorry it's so late!" OK breathing again. "Hey, I just realized I never got back to you. I can come to your office on Monday at 11:30 to sign my taxes" Oh good hell. She calls at midnight when I have been bugging her for a week. I got back upstairs and told my husband that now that she was alive I was going to kill her.
The good news is that the lifelong learning credit for having a child in college is a SU-WEEET deal. For the first time in years I am getting a refund!