Today is a no-brainer. I am thankful I get to exercise my right to vote.
I could also add that I’m thankful the phone calls will stop tomorrow. Or that I’m thankful I won’t be subject to the stupid commercials anymore. Hopefully by tomorrow I will be thankful that the political garbage won’t be wasting all that space on Facebook anymore.
But none of that is really the point of my thankfulness today. (Or is it?)
Katie’s school district is closed today because they use a few of the schools as polling places. So, by extension, the preschool is closed today, which means I’m not in a huge rush to get to work. Todd is out of town (but he voted early, lest you think he shirked his voting duties) and I’ve had a quiet and lazy morning. Katie and I are going to go to breakfast in a little while and then we’ll go vote.
Yes. You read that correctly. We’ll go vote. I’m going to the polls with my baby. And she’s going to vote.
That’s crazy. Crazy in a good way, but still crazy.
After that I’ll go to work and she’ll come home and clean the house. (A girl can dream, can’t she?)
But back to the main point of this post. Back when I was in high school, like 10 years ago or so, I tried to do my own taxes. At the end of my struggle the form said I owed a lot of money (for a high schooler). I was furious and pitched quite a fit, lambasting the IRS. My dad shrugged his shoulders and said, “If you don’t like the way we do things in America move to Russia.” (And then he asked to see my taxes, wherein he made a few adjustments and I ended up getting money back.)
As much as I’d love to see Russia, I don’t want to live there. As much as I loathe the way some things are done around here, I love this country. And one of the things I love most is the fact I really do have a say.