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I’m Breaking Our Date For A Romp In The Post Office

It’s been the frustratingly kind of crummy day where nothing horrible happened but a ton of little things went wrong that if you told someone else about they would think you were just being whiny. So I’ll spare you most of it except for the part where I complain vehemently about the Associate’s degree I am practically completing to get my boys passports. I thought I was all set to get them today – applications, photos, notarized forms, proof of citizenship, $$ – when I realized that my copy of James’s birth certificate was not certified.

After a little panic, a lot of searching, and finally a call to the Passport Agency I found out that as long as I had two other forms of “public record ID” for him I could get a Birth Affadavit filled out and notarized. Additionally, my husband had to have a form notarized giving me permission to get a passport for my 9 month old. And my ex notarized a form for James (the adoption process for Ryan and James is taking 1,000,000 M.K. years to get done). Then I find out that both parents need copies of their photo IDs submitted with each application (front and back), even the ones who aren’t standing in line because they already notarized permission for me to do that part. So Ryan will copy ours tomorrow and hopefully my ex has a quality camera phone so he can email me a good enough likeness to print out and add to the inch-thick application. I can’t believe how much I want to be able to stand in a line with all 3 kids – all of this hoop jumping has left me disoriented!

So you get why I probably won’t make it to the scheduled lunch at the Boat Basin Cafe tomorrow. I’ll be lucky to be at the front of the line by 12:30. Five people RSVPed and the table will still be waiting for anyone who shows up, under my name. And I still plan to take the kids to the playground and sprinklers tomorrow just as soon as every is all passported and ready to go, so feel free to email or text me if you want to meet up afterward!

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  1. July 15, 2011 at 9:06 am

    Passports are the worst! Thank goodness you only renew every ten years. When I changed to my married name it was enough of a rigamarole, I can’t imagine the frustration of getting a child’s done! I’m sure I’ll have to do that for mine, though, at some point.

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