It's income tax season alright. Mark started working on our taxes back in January, and finished his. Then there were mine. And my taxes are a treat, let me tell you. For a number of reasons, including school errors, spotty work history, and the way my bank accounts are set up (read: I stopped managing money entirely while I was unemployed, and as a result forgot my login for my savings account), my taxes were complicated.
The great thing about doing our taxes, nightmare that it has been, has been that it has gotten us talking more about money, about retirement, about saving and spending and how to do things. It's gotten us to install Quicken because we weren't satisfied with the tools in Mint, and start talking more about how we want/need to be budgeting for the future.
The thing that I'm uncomfortable about when it comes to our taxes is that Mark did them. I took Fed Income Tax, but none of it stuck with me, and I have absolutely no understanding of any tax forms whatsoever. I think there is a class that I can take at the local community college, or maybe one of the senior centers I go to for work, which I will do at some point, but I haven't yet. And my mom has done my taxes up until now (I'm really embarrassed to admit this, you guys, but everybody has some gaps in their knowledge, right?)
Mark, on the other hand, has filed his taxes since college. So he did our taxes. Which concerns me, because I think in relationships, women should play a significant role in the financial conversation, in the earning of money and the deciding how it should be used, and in the paying of taxes. Because good lord, if we got divorced, I would have to hire an accountant since I'm such a clueless disaster. Yes, the solution would have, should have been, sit down next to him and watch him do my taxes, but sitting on the couch and blogging was so much more fun. (Also sometimes I made dinner while he did the taxes, which seems very 1950s of us.) My contributions to the taxes were trying to fix the mistakes my school made in sending me the wrong forms, generating the tax statements from my bank account, and not losing my W2. (Challenging.)
I know I'm not the only woman out there who doesn't touch the taxes, as evidenced by the fact that when I tweeted, "am making my husband do the taxes and feeling unfeminist", several fellow bloggers responded with, "if he likes it/wants to do them, let him! everybody wins!" Which is true, although a small part of me thinks that when we hand over the tricky, challenging parts of being a grownup to our partner instead of learning how to do them, we all lose a little bit.
Who does the taxes in your house? Do you feel like money management is a "man" thing to do? (My mom does my parent's taxes, so I'm not sure why I think it's a man thing. I think all my guy friends do the taxes in their relationships.)