I've decided that this is my venting medium today. I'm so crabby. You know, that irritated crabby that goes all the way down and colors everything else that you do. And I know its dumb. As I complain here, I expect it will look a lot stupider in writing.
I had to get a passport. Do you know how hard that is?!! The online stuff is a little vague and you actually have to talk to your postman (or woman) or go to the post office to learn that they only do passports on Tues and Thurs from 9-10:30. I didn't find this out till last Wednesday. So last Thursday I took a trip to Walmart, to get my picture done. They don't open for pictures till 10, so no way i could get to the post office before 10:30. ....Irritating.
I had to wait until today, and I was at the Post Office at 9:50. 25 minutes later, after waiting with 3 children, and having been asked already to keep them from running around (yeah, whatever, Lady.), I finally got in to get my passport. Just as an aside, I have a 15 minute rule. If I have to wait more than 15 minutes for an appointment or something that shouldn't take longer, I am done controlling my kids after that. I only manage them for the first 15 minutes, then I'm done.
Anyway, I hauled the 3 children back to the desk to do the paperwork, which I've already filled out, and I have everything on hand. I was so ready and prepared! Then the irritating lady says I have to pay with a check or cash! Um, nothing said that anywhere. She tells me to look at the form where it says "some facilities may not take credit cards." Yeah, that's the only place they mentioned perhaps not accepting credit cards. It is now 10:25. I ask if I can bring a check later and just drop it off. She says no. That means I have to do it now, in the next 5 minutes, or wait till 9-10:30 on Thursday. I look at her and tell her I don't have time to go get a check. She says I can run to the ATM down the road and come back. But I'm on to her little game.
I say, "Its 10:25, by the time I get the kids in the car, get to the ATM and get back, it will be after 10:30" I know if that happens, I am SOL, see ya Thursday. She sighs and agrees to wait. Therefore I drag the kids out, and Marian is crying because the irritating lady had candy on her desk and she wanted some. Callie is crying because Marian is crying. I want to punch the irritating lady. Instead, we zoom to the ATM, Marian crying the entire way. I drive back and we dash into the post office. Did I mention it was with money we didn't have budgeted from that account? One more thing I'm not happy about. I did get it all done, but the whole experience really makes me crabby.
So now I will go make fish sticks for lunch and hope everyone takes a nap!
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