Screaming obscenities

Today has been rough. So many things going on with the power outage, work, money, etc.
I left work and headed to DFCS and had a good conversation with the kids' caseworker, turned in some papers, and got some advice about the neighbors.
We were really excited to see the house across the street from us find renters, but now they have become the talk of our little street.
I am nestled inbetween a nice family. The house on our right is owned by a really nice woman who sometimes comes over and gives us the latest gossip while we are working outside. The house on the other side is her son and family, then next to him is more of their family, so our little house is kind of an island in a sea of relatives. The good thing is the house on our left is going to be a foster family soon.. YaY!
Last night she came over and said she had to call the police because cars were speeding up and down the road and the (now known as crazy/bad) neighbors had their kids unsupervised in the road, on their bikes(bigwheels, etc)and the smallest (2,4,7)almost was ran over. Ick.
So last night as our kids sat inside and watched TV before bedtime, Matthew and I were outside cleaning up the chairs, toys, tools we had been using. The neighbor lady and us were all out in our yards and the crazy/bad neighbors kept locking their toddlers out on their porch. They cried, pounded their hands on the doors, to no avail. It was dark and scary, and cruel. Plus, they keep two little yapping dogs on the porch and I had seen the Dad earlier that day literally shovelling the poop off the porch.. so you can imagine the state of it.
So, today I was letting my caseworker know that the family across the street was attracting the wrong kind of attention to the neighborhood.. so tomorrow I call another lady.
Today I planned to come home and do my taxes. I had already filed federal, since we were getting $ back, but the GA state taxes kept me agitated and I procrastinated. Turbotax says I owe 31, TacAct says I only owe 253.. go figure. I brought home the forms, instructions, and schedules to try and do it all by myself... but that proved useless. I was only a few minutes into it and ready to run into the yard kicking any available object and screaming obscenities into the yard of the bad/crazies. Ugh.. I hate taxes.
So, I don't know how much I owe. I have to do a partial year, and they want all of this info from the federal return that I have no clue what it is referring to, and since the IRS website says I did get my fereral refund on 2/18/09, I know I e-filed it through TaxAct, yet when I log in they show no record of them e-filing anything for me.. sheesh. So, I don't know what is up with that. I filed through the website, I have e-mail confirmations that I created and started a return.. and I finished it.. but they don't have anything on the site to confirm that.. ugh. I am so over it. Tomorrow I cam going to pay 39.99 to turbotax so that I will have the joy and priviledge to pay GA 31.00.. of which I am sure to get audited because I have no clue how to do the partial return, and neither does TurboTax or TaxAct, it seems... and I don't feel like paying the tax places in town 100 to tell me they don't know.
So, it stinks, and it makes me hurt. I fell off the chair this weekend and bruised my arm, back, and rib.. trying to figure out taxes tonight just made me cringe up all over again. Poor muscles.
We went to the Ringgold HS helicopter egg-drop-egg-hunt-disaster-of-09 on Saturday. It was horrible. They had way too many kids there, and probably half of those kids never got to lay their little hands on an egg. The front line was like a vacuum just leaving nothing in it's wake. Luckily T got 5.. because I pushed out ahead of the front-liners. Poor J didn't get anything. The people were upset, kids were upset. It was just too many people for the football field. They should do it at the Battlefield next year. It was horrible.