Today, I turn 30. I really, truly hope that today is not an indication of what my next 30 days will be like, because today has royally sucked.
I still have not gotten my drivers license changed over from Ohio. I know, I know. I should have done this months ago, but I haven’t. Well, my license expires today. Here’s the problem: I LOST my birth certificate. The last place I remember having it was at the WIC office, but I called and they don’t have it. So, I know my mom has a copy. I tried calling the DDS (the “Department of Drivers Services”), to ask them if they can use a fax copy, only they don’t answer their phone. I decide to just go over there and try and get my license anyway. I finally get over there, and get in line. I tell the girl what I need, and she says, “Ok, I need your certified copy of your birth certificate.” I explain that I lost mine, but my mom has one that she can fax over. Nope, no good. Gotta have a copy in hand. Crap. So, I ask if there’s a grace period if your license expires. Nope. Crap. Now I can’t drive until I can get back to the DDS office with a birth certificate in hand, and I can’t get back to the DDS office unless someone can drive me there. Just great. Gene doesn’t get home until 5 o’clock every night, and they close at 5.
Now, anyone who knows me, I mean *really* knows me, knows that when someone tells me something I don’t want to hear, I have absolutely no problem lashing out. I tell the woman that it’s ridiculous that I have to have my birth certificate. If I’ve already gotten a driver’s license in another state, doesn’t that prove that I was born??? Her response, “We need it to prove that you are, in fact, a US Citizen.” To which I respond, “Ok, so I’m as white as white can be, I don’t speak with any kind of an accent – not even a Southern accent – I reside (legally) in the state of Georgia, I have no warrants out for my arrest, but there’s that very small chance that I might not be a US citizen.” I rolled my eyes, told her she was an idiot, and walked out. (Yeah… gotta love pregnancy hormones on top of an already bad mood!)
So, I get out into the parking lot and burst into tears. (Again with the hormones.) I call Mom, crying hysterically, and tell her that I can’t get my license, I can’t drive, and I have no idea how I’m going to be able to get back to the DDS office. Mom, being a mom, says, “Well, I guess you shouldn’t have waited until the very last second, huh?” Thanks, Mom. I’m looking for sympathy, and you give me reality! Come on! So, Mom has promised to overnight a certified copy of my birth certificate and have it arrive on Saturday. Gene will be home Saturday, so I’ll just have him drive me over there as soon as the birth certificate arrives. He’s just going to have to chauffeur me around tomorrow. 😉
BUT, because I couldn’t get my license, I can’t purchase new license plates for my car. I have to be a Georgia resident and have a Georgia driver’s license. So, now my plates expire, and I can’t renew them until Monday. GREAT.
So, I decide that while I’m out and still have the ability to drive, I’m going to pay some bills. I pay the electric bill, then head to pay the water bill. Get to the water company and there’s a sign on the door. “Closed. Please use drop box.” Ok, well, our bill is $28.28. I only have twenties, and certainly don’t want to overpay them. So, I drive into town and get a few groceries so that I can break one of the twenties.
Get back to the water company, finally, and they’re open. They only closed for a minute while the girl ran next door to get some lunch. SIGH.
After all that, I get back to Grandma’s to pick up the kids, and Lucy is running a fever. We get home, take her temp, and it’s 103.4. I’m telling you, I am running away.
It is now 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and I am ready to call it a day. I really, really hope this isn’t an indication of how these 30 years will go, because I will find a cave to hide in for a very, very long time.
As I’m finishing this post, to go out with the kids, I hear Jace scream. Head over to the side door, and the child has a knot the size of a golf ball on his head. He was going outside and door knob hit him right in the head.
I give up.