Hacking up a lung is better than getting a lung drained out of fluid. Trust me on this one. I remember it well. and for all my barfing phobias I still can't believe I asked to see the jar. Anyhow on a not so disgusting note the day is ending better than it started. And it started out better than yesterday ended. Yesterday is a blogworthy day however so I shall start with that.
Yesterday I decided that being the confident mother I am with my well behaved perfect children I could most definitely go to the dmv and get my registration and drivers licence no problem. I headed down to San Clemente.
9:45 got in line
10:00 talk guy next to me makes a joke about having to come back after waiting two hours yesterday for not having his insurance card
10:00-10:15 panic as I can't find MY insurance card. It has Kurt's name on it. Not mine. Call my insurance. Get insurance faxed to dmv. Freak out.
10:20: get to the front of the line and get told to drive my car around back where a nice man will inspect my car because I'm out of state.
11:00 finally get my car inspected. Get back in line again. (pack/unpack kids & stroller again)
11:15 sit down with a ticket "G76"
12:45 "mom this taste like a rolly polly is in my mouth" - can anyone guess what I was frantically feeding my child at this point?
12:50 Hear my number and jump for joy. Gather my things and go to window "6". Looking at my ticket again and the man in front of me I realize I am supposed to go to window "8". I go to the window next to me and sigh a big relief and put all my papers in front of me while the lady talks to someone behind her.
12:52 the lady who is about to help me stands up.
12:54 the lady tells me she is running behind and is going to lunch. I wasn't fast enough to her window.
12:55 I hold up my crying baby. In her face. I start to cry. I beg.
12:56 more begging as she hands me a NEW NUMBER!
12:57 I try to explain to Israel why we are sitting down again. I explain to the lady next to me about my baby crying and my son eating an entire box of tictacs.
1:15 I get helped. I hand over my entire life savings. I pay my fines for being from Missouri. I get a hole punched in my licence.
1:30 I sweat bullets as I try and take a driving test while feeding Aubrey a bottle. Izzy is tearing off a part of the desk. Izzy is also hacking up a lung and coughing all over everything.
1:45 I leave the dmv.
The story only continues. Tomorrow maybe. Lets just say I am so glad to be done and to get home and give my children a bath. I just love it when Izzy gets to play on the floor of the government offices. Awesome day. Awesome!