In the midst of DD1’s spring break fun—taking DD1 to the water park with her BFFs while DD2 was still at preschool (their schedules don’t match, and thought it would be nice to have a big sister only day!)—planning a sleepover and movie night, playing with our sweet little puppy:
I was delivered child support modification papers. Since I’m a bit disorganized about checking my mail, I had one day to turn it all around. Which meant hunting down childcare receipts for the last year, the W-2 from my second part time job, my four recent paystubs, la-di-dah. Humbug!
As I was doing the information gathering, I was cursing under my breath a bit, i.e., really, ex? You filed for a modification? Based on what? What a pain in my a$$.
Then, I went online to look at the child support guidelines and what did I find—voila, new guidelines that came into effect last month. Oh. Oops.
Lesson learned: sometimes, it isn’t the worst-case scenario that I thought it was.
p.s. there is still nasty legal letter writing going on the background, but for now, I’m letting my attorney deal with it. Honestly, it’s kind of nice not to have to cipher through all the crap.