Personal

OK, people…where’s my brain?

I thought, with my previous post, that one of y’all would have returned it by now. Seriously. I need it.

It’s bad enough that I took nearly a year to complete the N-600 form and mail out all of the stuff to the folks at Homeland Security.

(What is that form, you ask? It’s an expensive waste of time that we, adoptive parents of a child from Korea, have to fill out to prove he’s a citizen of the U.S. Even though he officially became a citizen of the U.S. the moment we adopted him. But the government does not have its collective shit together so, even though he’s officially a citizen, we have to fill out a form and send in $215 to prove it.)

So it’s bad enough that it took me a year to do that. The only reason being the photo requirements are so strict and I couldn’t get a decent one of Devin that measured 2 x 2 inches and where his head filled 1 3/8″ of the frame with his eyes falling at 1″. Yeah. Whatever. I finally got smart and took him to get a passport photo. Worked like a charm.

Here we are, a year later, with the photos finally taken, the form complete, the photocopies of all the crazy documents attached and sent through the USPS. That’s where the brainless part comes in. I forgot to send the $215 check. Doh!

The entire package came back to me on Thursday with the request of the check and I dutifully included it and remailed it on Saturday.

But wait…I’m not done!

I just now was sorting through some papers on my desk and checked what appeared to be an empty envelope only to find, to my horror, dismay, shock, anger, and irritation, the three passport photos of Devin that were supposed to be included in the package that I sent out on Saturday.

WTF??????

Can someone please, please, please tell me why I’m so incredibly stupid? My kid is never going to be able to get a passport and travel to the wilds of Canada if I don’t get this document finalized. Gahhhhhhhh.

Is there some kind of reality show for stupid people? Because I really, really should be part of that one.