There are two specific people who have told me they would listen to my frustration with paperwork, my Aunt Ruth and friend Jennifer. It seems like that is all we do, fill out papers, read, make copies, sign things and repeat. Here’s a glimpse into our current madness:
On a side note, my adoption brain came out today. If preggos can have pregnancy brain, I can have adoption brain. (Thanks Sean).
Over lunch I went to the health department to get another copy of my birth certificate. My mom gave me my original a long time ago and I filed it in a very safe spot! It was such a safe spot that I haven’t been able to find it for a few years. I thought that I had to have it to get my drivers license changed to my married name, so I just drove under my maiden name for about four years. I’m not sure if that was legal or not. After all that, tonight I was pulling documents to copy and mail to the adoption agency, when, what did I find, but my original birth certificate tucked neatly inside my marriage license. Oh me! He envelope read, “important documents,” why didn’t I look there.