Am I the only one who dreads standing in line just to give your precious money to the county in order to obtain the privilege of driving on their roads?
Am I the only one who knows that when you take two small boys you are ensuring that there will be mishaps?

Am I the only one who wonders why you cannot do all the business in one place? You know ~ some type of BMV/DMV Supercenter? No, the government would rather you run between different locations so that you are frustrated and disliking them by the time you are done!
Well, I had to do the "business" this time. Troy has been the "lucky" one in the past, but he is so busy, I felt guilty asking him to complete the dreaded task.

I chose Friday, the 13th, as my day to ruin! I knew Ethan would make it memorable; he never lets me down on that one! The interesting thing about him is that he is wonderful in the van. He will sit in his carseat for hours and be a great kid. Something triggers in his brain as soon as the straps are off. I contemplated taking his seat in with me, but then I would probably have more policemen at my door! :-) During our first stop, we read every book and looked at all the pictures on the camera. I thought about reading the publishing and copyright dates, but decided the boys would not be interested. Ethan is too busy waving, smiling, chatting, talking, climbing. . .Meanwhile, Seth has finished all the seatwork I brought. (Great! We are still at our first stop!) After leaving there, Ethan starts doing gross things like licking a counter! I was appalled and mortified. I am so germ conscious that there is no water fountain drinking allowed, we always clean hands before a meal and absolutely no drink sharing. You can imagine my horror to see him swipe the counter with his tongue! Then he bumps a table which in turn crashes into a wall. (Don't you love it when everyone stares at you?!) Oh, no! I just spotted a midget two people up from us. I begin to pray, "Lord, please do not let Ethan see her." Yeah, right. Seth politely tapped me and whispered, "Mommy, I think I am taller than her." Did Ethan whisper? Of course not. He blurted out, "Mommy, wook at the coot wittle wady!" So Ethanesque! Now it is my turn to be told what large amount of money I need to surrender. We then leave that line to go join another line so we can "pay up." That lady is not thrilled because I cannot give her a home phone number. "I do not have one. We use cell phones." (That solicited a half rolling of eyes, smirking twist of the lips, dignified county worker look.) She finally wrote it down. What other choice did she have? I was not about to go have a phone line installed just to make her happy! We pile into the van again to go to the next stop. I have the replacement title from OH, so we can take care of the expired tags. I am getting ready to turn left when a car pulls out, and I had to swerve into the other lane so it would not hit me! I arrive at the next place a bit flustered after the narrow escape. The problem here is they are moving too fast. First, I am told Troy has to sign the paper for the new tags. Lovely!!! I went through all of that so I could not complete the "task." (Inwardly I am muttering, "Lady, if you think I am driving all the way to BJU and back just for a signature, you are funny. The tags will remain expired for another weekend!") Well, I will settle for getting my new license. Now, I am frantically trying to fill out the form before my number is called. . .Let's see - Name. . .Ethan, please get off the floor. Birthdate. . .Ethan, please quit knocking on the wall. . . Are you a felon. . .No, more like feline right now. . .Mother's name. . .Ethan, you only need to sit in one chair. . .Mother's maiden name. . .Ethan, please quit swinging your toy dinosaur. . .Mother's height when she was thirteen. . .Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the questions are about as bad. The plastic dinosaur ends up whacking me in the face at one point. Good - nice red mark for the picture! Oh, no!!! The midget is here getting her license, too! At least Ethan did not say anything this time. Whew!!!
We are FINALLY done, they hand me my new license and guess what??? My name is spelled incorrectly! I had to laugh at that one!! Is is just me? :-)