Forms. Paper. Bills. More paper. Did I mention paper? I hate them all. I’m knee deep in all the paperwork that goes into the smooth running of a household, and I just got rid of two large garbage bags worth of it. Most of that was Oliver’s art. The boy would like to hang on to every scrap of paper that ever saw a crayon.
Where does it end?
Eleanor is moving to Oliver’s school so we have all the medical forms to submit. I’ll get them filled out tomorrow when I finally take her in for the dreaded four year check-up, complete with four, count them, four shots. I’m three months late, mostly because at least two classmates became seriously ill following this batch of shots. Also? I’m a wuss and try to make Mr C deal with the appointments we know will include shots. I’m batting about .350 on this. Oliver, mercifully, has no medical forms due this year. Yee-haw!
Though I think I did everything I was supposed to with the on-line unemployment forms, it’s been six weeks and I haven’t seen a dime. I called the service center today and got a busy signal for my first 22 attempts. When I finally got through and navigated the menu system I was told my wait would be “less than one hour and forty minutes.” Yee-haw? I gave up after 20 minutes. Cash will show up at some point, I suppose, or I missed a step and they will alert me. Somehow. According to their on-line systems, all is well. I remain unconvinced.
Bills. They need paying. For a while I was really good at putting them in my automagic bill paying system through the bank the day they arrived in the mail. Then I got lazy, and the piles started sprouting all over the house. After a major effort this week, I think I have caught up. Fingers crossed.
I have a big box of stuff that needs to be sent back to various places, or sent to friends. That’s my next nut to crack. When that’s done I should be able to locate the floor on my half of the office, just in time to tackle the kids’ school memory albums. I have vowed Oliver will not start first grade without my having documented Pre-K and Kindergarten in his album. This blog as my witness….
Seriously, I should be getting better at this stuff, not worse.
How do you keep up with the paper and other crap that comes in the door? HALP!