Sorry about missing yesterday's post. I guess I'm going to still be a little sporadic until I'm totally settled in my new home. Anyway, I have been spending a ridiculous amount of time standing in lines. I spent two hours at the tag office getting license plates. I spent another two hours at the Drivers Motor Office getting a Georgia license. And I spent an hour at the bank opening up new accounts. The real winner was the Health Department. Four hours there! Here's how that went:
My kids and I walked into the Health Department at 9:00 AM. Sounds like a good time, right? Ha! When we walked in, there was a huge line, and lots of people sitting on chairs and on the floor.
"You've got to be kidding," my daughter said.
We stood at the end of the line. This was the line to get a number to wait in line for your turn. We waited. And waited. And waited.
An hour went by in that line.
"Mom, I'm going to die here," my son said.
"No, you won't die. It's not going to last 90 years."
He rolled his eyeballs at me. "I'm hungry!"
"Just chill," I said. "We'll get a hamburger when we're out of here."
The not-so-super-friendly security officer moseyed over to us and handed me a number. "Last in line," he mumbled.
"Terrific," I said.
My son took the paper and promptly wrinkled it up. "Let's get out of here!"
"We'll wait," I said. "These forms need to be completed for you to go to school, so we don't have much of a choice."
We finally got a number. And then we sat...on the floor. There were no other seats available.
Then my daughter shrieked. "A cockroach!"
Sure enough, there was a cockroach in that health department.
We spent the next three hours watching the cockroach.
After that most amusing experience, we attempted to go to a fast food place for a hamburger. Guess what? There was a long line.
"Forget it!" I said.
We went home and had ham and cheese sandwiches. And ice cream.