The PlayDough Debate

Modeling means you are self-employed as in you file your own taxes, take care of your own health insurance, transportation, and fashion needs. "Mommying" means you are non-profit (haha) taking handouts for all help especially time from others to watch your kids while you desperately get to shower.  

Filing taxes as as an independent contractor with two dependants means you need to sort through all receipts and claim costs of not only clothes, fashion accessories, cosmetics, skincare, hair care, gym membership, nail salons, and gas costs but also daycare costs, babysitters, health insurance and dental coverage for your children. It takes much more time if you have things being paid out of multiple account like I do ... as a mom stressed in the store while one child yells she has to go potty in the checkout line and the other is throwing out the fresh produce from his buckled-in cart chair mad he is held there instead of running through the isles pulling all down all merchandise in toddler success...so as your time is of the essence, you reach for your credit card, it's gone. One child took it out somewhere along the way and yes, you'll find it in the bathtub later (it really does happen). So you reach for cash, not enough. So you give her whatever other card is there, the business one, the husbands one - F*** trying to keep your accounts seperate from personal money vs. business related money. Kids make your receipts a pain to itemize.

I'm there. 😅At that pain of itemizing part. So yes, kids, you can play playdough. Play whatever the hell it takes to stop bothering me so I can concentrate for five solid minuets straight on these credit card statements...playdough stuck in carpet for me to have to dig out later? It's that or she ends up shoving him in a couple minuets out of frustration that he can't talk and hold a three-year-old tea-party conversation. Or I let them play outside (the equally begged for activity) of which I have to go with them and drag the entire stash of receipts, statements, calculator, check books , and lap top to the one garden bench I have without a table (as I haven't had time to get a kid-friendly and affordable one yet for this rather new home we moved into) - all while hoping it doesn't rain here in drizzly Manoa Valley or that my one year old won't come and smear my computer with dirt in my moment of concentration. (😐) I'll choose digging out playdough from carpet at midnight I guess.

All those Kids YouTube Videos making head-way...