I must say Alec and I were both excited about him getting his license. Someone joked with me and said I would probably be crying baby this day. Surprisingly I wasn't. I was just filled with excitement for him.
Well we made sure and double sure that we had all the correct paperwork. I even took extra just in case something didn't make the cut.
Anytime I'd ever been to the DDS I walked right up and took care of business.
My friend, Dana, was having several of us over to swim that day. I told them I'd be a little late, but honestly, I didn't think it would take more than 30 minutes to get his license.
We walked in and there was just about standing room only.
If was a girl who watched the news I would've expected this. However, since I never know what's going on in our world. . . just know what's going on in my own little world. . . I didn't know all the new restrictions that hit the market starting July 1, 2012.
Wow-wee. . .
The problem was our number wasn't a number like 1 through 40 and when they called 35 you knew you were close. They called them in the order of your arrival; however, depending on what you were there for depended on your letter (i.e. ours was D).
The kids were in absolute misery having to wait so long. I actually got some time to read a book . . . actually Lisa and I's book. . .so it was nice for me. However, I did threaten the kids that I was going to start using this place as punishment. When they misbehave I'm telling them we're going to the DDS and pulling us a number. . .we'll never actually know how long their punishment truly is. . . it will be all determined by the numbers.
Fast forward two hours later. . . D604 was called. Alec and Hanna and I (Angela L came and got Alexis and Ash for me to take to Dana's) started clapping like we had won bingo or something.
Close. . . oh so close for my boy to get on the road.
The lady (who Hanna claims looks like the easter bunny from "Hoodwinked") said I didn't have the correct documentation. WHAT? You mean to tell me the birth certificate the hospital mailed to me when my boy was born wasn't the correct one? You mean the attendance form (when that is what your web site stated) isn't enough. . . not even our Declaration of Intent (I told you I was extra prepared)???
Such disappointment. . . Insert sad face :(. . . or if you are Alec insert eplosive burst of anger mad face :-/
I let my boy vent. . . I knew how terribly disappointed he was. I was too.
D608. . . Two days later. . . We're back!!!!!!!!!!! This time I told Hanna, "Count all the people there. Every time a number is called, we'll get a good idea how much longer we have." She's my list maker and list checker, so this was right up her little "organized on paper" ally. Only 30 minutes this time. . . s-w-e-e-t!!!
Correct paperwork??? Check after $25 more dollars spent on another birth certificate and a trip to the Board of Education to get a notarized copy of being a homeschool student. We are in business now baby!!
Watching my boy sign his John Hancock and having his handsome picture taken was just great. I was trying to soak the moment in.
Hanna and I sit. I read. She??? Well, I don't know?? Drew on paper, maybe?? Anyway, Alec comes up to us. . .
"I failed."
Me: "You what?"
"I failed."
Me: "You did not. You're joking."
Then I saw the crocodile tears in his eyes. My boy who never has to study for anything. My boy who scored post high school on his standardized test. However, Jon and I had warned him he needed to study. . . so much so, in fact, I told him we would pay for the first test. He'd have to pay for it after that.
So we go and see Ms. "Easter Bunny from Hoodwinked" (yep, we ended up at her window AGAIN), find out what we need to do, and then leave.
Alec just moped all day long. He later told me, "Mom, I think this happened to humble me. . . and it worked."
He studied so hard that night. He took on-line practice tests. He studied and studied and studied.
D611 - after meeting Jenn. B and kiddos at Chick-fil-A for dress up like a cow and get free food day, we took Griffin with us and headed back to the DDS. I was beginning to feel like I was starting to smell like the place.
This time Hanna just made a list of all the numbers called.
Griffin had his face painted like a cow. When he turned to ask me something I busted out laughing. His cow face was really cute in Chick-fil-A. At the DDS? He just looked like he was crazy. There was even this little Chinese lady laughing at him. I tried to explain to her why his face was painted. She just smiled and laughed. I don't think she understood English.
Hanna was thoroughly convinced Ms. "Easter Bunny from Hoodwinked" was bad luck for Alec. She was hoping we wouldn't get her again. I decided right there in the DDS Hanna has my mom's funniness in talking about people and Jon's quick wittedness. . . which really makes for one hilarious individual.
We hear "Now serving D611". Our turn. And guess what? A brand new lady.
This one was my new BFF. She said I looked more like Alec's older sister than his mom. I almost jumped over her desk and gave her a big hug. Obviously her eyes are bad because she didn't see the deep lines in my forehead. Hey, I'm good with looking like an older sister . . .hee!hee!
We know what the drill is. We are pros now. After three trips to the DDS I feel like we should be handed over an award or something. . . at least a free Coke.
Signature with fat pen. . . Check.
Remove bangs enough to see above eyebrows for picture. . . Check
Test time. We all prayed before we got out of the car. I steadily prayed as he was taking his test. I also read too :)
Not a long wait and he comes out, "I made a 90."
That's my boy!
I promised Jon I wouldn't turn him right loose on the road, so we went to an abandoned parking lot. I then let him drive into our subdivision.
Putting on his seat belt. Safety First!
Adjusting seat further back 'cause his legs are way longer that mom's.
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