I received a bill from the taxman today. Barstards! Apparently, the bill was caused by an error in the IR's computer system that overpaid me for child tax credit. Idiots! I will have to pay the half-wits but will do so with much reluctance. What really gets me is that there are no longer any tax allowances for parents. Give us a break! We have less disposable income than people without children and receive no credit for the benefits that we are bringing to society. My annual childcare costs are equivalent to a reasonable pre-tax salary for a young single person. They make me so angry with their going out and having fun all the time while I sit at home cursing the price of babysitters and watching yet more repeats of Friends on the idiot box.
Provided my children do not become hardened criminals - they do act like terrorists a lot of the time so its too early to say with total conviction - they should grow up to become tomorrow's doctors or lawyers and hopefully contribute to society in a positive way. In 30 years time my daughter may save someone's life on the operating table, or if she's a hairdresser she might might make someone happy with a really good perm (I think they will be back in by then) or simple cut such as this one: http://www.davidhasselhoff.com/splash.html.
Having children is one of the most important ways of contributing to society yet the present Government would rather spend billions fighting a pointless war in the Middle East than subsidise childcare. I am also fairly sure that one of the main reasons that childcare costs in the UK are not subsidised is so that the parent that is not the main breadwinner is forced to stay at home, thereby leaving open another job to be filled by a jobseeker (most likely a young single person! They make me so angry with their smoking weed and staying out all night while I .. enough already!), reducing unemployment but at all times keeping the stay at home parent out of the unemployment statistics.
Enough grumpy old man shit, go to bed!
I'd better do as the voice in my head says. Apologies for the rant (and the gratuitous swearing) but I am nursing a hangover. Also, if any voluntarily childless people out there want to wire me some money for nappies/toys/nannies/beer my account details are: a/c XXXXXXX sort XX-XX-XX.