Stunned (AKA BIG PRAISE!)

This is one of those things that "Oh me of little faith" is almost afraid to say, but I'm going to, anyway, because this is the way God's sense of humor seems to go. That being the case, I'm confident this will work out.

My wide-eyed husband met me at the door this afternoon with three dreaded words: "We're being audited." Since he's the one who falls apart in these situations, I can't. When I calmly (yes, I'm being serious) asked him why, he said we under-reported last year's income by quite a bit. I looked at the paper he handed me and sure enough, there was the figure he'd mentioned. I remembered that nearly matched the income I should have made from NKU AND I remembered an amendment that we had to do because we had forgotten to report that income.

I went to pull the return and the amendment.

Return found. Amendment MIA.

I called our tax preparer. After a brief investigation, his secretary told me that we hadn't filed an amendment last year. That had actually happened TWO years ago. I checked the letter we had received a little further and I found that the discrepancy had come from a report from the school board. I couldn't imagine what that was all about, but, feeling sick, I called our payroll clerk for the school district.

While I was on the phone with Trish, it occurred to her and to me (a librarian, no less) to actually READ what the letter said. THAT'S when I discovered that what the IRS had found wasn't an incident of under-reporting INCOME; it was an incident of under-reporting WITHHOLDING!

So now we're scrambling to find out if what we think will happen (that is, that we'll actually get a refund of some sort) WILL.

And what's funny about this is that just this morning...and the morning before...and the morning before...and maybe some nights, too...I've prayed, "Now God, you know that Brian will miss two weeks of work when we go to China and Brett wants to go and we don't want to borrow money for the adoption and...so You really need to do something here..."