After procrastinating and putting it off, I finally went to the DMV. I guess it was because I had created this abnormal fear of going.
First off, I just didn't want to take a test. What if I failed? I have kids to drive around.
Second, fear of the unknown (I hate looking lost).
Third, I have a bad record with the DMV, or at least going there. It seems like every time I had to take one of my kids to get their permits or their license, I would always forget something and embarrass us both.
Fourth, they do things different here. I couldn't just show my birth certificate and SS card, I had to have an official copy of my marriage license since my last name is now different than when I was born. So I had to order it on line.
The excuses can go on and on, but I finally buckled down, made and appointment, checked my papers multiple times and went.
I'm an adult, right?
(Rachel's birthday roses to me are still amazingly beautiful after 8 days) |
I don't think I had ever seen such a big DMV before. Things went pretty smoothly but seemed all backwards. I paid first, then took my picture, then took the test....
No matter, I passed!! Only missed 2.
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