Without going into a long unimportant details we haven't filed our police checks yet. The main problem being printing issues. Printing issue number one: we don't own a working printer. Printing issue number two: when I emailed the form to Sim it loses my information.
Now you are up to date for where the story picks up on Thursday. Feeling a sudden determinedness to get shit taken care, I go to print out the form. I have just enough time to print it out and take it down to the post office to get certified and mailed. I was feeling better happy with myself.
I hit print. It tells me I didn't enter my birthday correctly. Ummm yeah I did! I am pretty sure I know my birthday. So I delete it and reenter. Print! The state I live in is missing. Scroll up. Type it in. It disappears. Type it in. It disappears. Type it in. I am not actually feeling very happy anymore. Deep breaths. Scroll down. Hit print. The state I live in is missing. SCROLL UP!! Select from the drop down menu box. NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Starting to lose it. I do a quick clock check and I am almost out of time. The panic is starting in and now I get angry. I shut the top of the laptop. Deep breaths. Still determined to get this taken care of.
I open up the laptop again and debate just retyping the whole friggin' form. I play the missing state game for another 4-5 minutes no exaggeration. I am seriously at the point of throwing the laptop across the room. PRINT YOU MOTHER F***ING STUPID FORM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The tears are starting to well up now. The form "prints". I check the clock I can still pull this off. I wish this was the end but it's not. The form takes AGES to print one painful page at a time. By the time the print actually manages to spew page 2, I am in tears. I have actually missed my opportunity to get my forms signed and mailed. I lose my tiny mind completely and walk to the car a hot mess.
Friday...MUST GET MISSON ACCOMPLISHED. I have a few moments before I have to go to work and I miss my momma! I decided to call and the chat is good until....SHE TELLS ME TO RELAX! I am sure y' all know how I feel about that.
I take my now printed forms and photocopied id's to the post office during my lunch break. Here is a small side note. Unlike other jobs I HAVE TO be back on time. I will have children standing around unsupervised if I don't. I am sooo worried about the old lady line that could/will most likely be waiting for me a that the post office. I lucked out because it's only 2 old ladies deep. I make it to the counter and they can't sign my forms. I have to go to the police station. I now have 20 minutes to get food and eat. I got back into the car and cried. Simon swore that we could get this taken care of at the post office. I spent the rest of the night in a bad, sad place. Simon made us go to the mall and I pretty much just wanted to high five every pregnant woman in the face with a chair.
Saturday we went to the police station and got the forms signed so they are ready to mail tomorrow morning. But I spent most of the day in a funk. In fact I didn't even want to see Rock of Ages again or go out to eat or see family and friends. I was pretty weepy and sad thinking about a baby all day. I did manage to avoid the internet and things that would upset me more.
So a new week is about to start and I don't think the roller coaster is over yet. We are getting to a busy time in our social calendar when suddenly all our weekends disappear. Here hoping I can hold it together for 3 days.
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