Many things have happened! Our children are registered for school! I have a job! We took a trip to the DMV and it wasn't as heinous as I had feared!
First: school. It took an inordinate amount of paperwork to get these chitlins registered. I learned the difference between a state-issued and hospital-issued birth certificate and that not every state gives you both, much to the confusion of this school district. When I got to talk to real live human beings, they were very gracious, but there were multiple times I found myself growling at this very Chromebook, "Look, I didn't intentionally birth three children in three different states, it just happened that way, okay?" But finally, here we are, with a transportation schedule and everything. Although that little thing provoked more questions than it answered; the middle school apparently releases before 3 p.m. while the boys' elementary school begins after 8 a.m., both of which are departures from what our kids have experienced in their previous schools. I have quested through the bowels of the district's website and learned nothing about the schools' apparent staggered schedule, which leads me to believe I am supposed to gain this information in another way- swimming in the creek by town hall, maybe, or putting on a red coat and flapping around the yard. Whoops, I left out a pertinent detail that will allow you to get that previous joke: our high school's mascot? The Redcoats. No, we don't understand how this came to be, because one would think that an area of the country that was the site of so much of the Revolutionary War would swing the other way. Why not the Minutemen? Or the Patriots? Or the Colonists?
Second: I have a job! In a library! The job is part-time, the library is huge. I'm two whole days in, but all the other staff have been incredibly nice so far, so it's shaping up to be a good thing. I'm hesitant to say more at this point, so I'll leave it at this for now: working at a large library is different than working at a small library, but also the same. I hope you feel enlightened.
Third: the DMV. The last time we lived here, our visits to the DMV were like every horrible movie scene set in a DMV you've ever witnessed. The long waits, the public languishing in uncomfortable chairs as they mentally willed employees who had lost the will to live to call their number.
Our recent visit was very different. Yes, it was busy, but there were still far fewer people than in my memory, due, I believe, to a magical invention called the internet. Why go to the second circle of hell when you can now get half that stuff done online? I also have to wonder if perhaps I'm just more patient, though; the last time we were there I was newly married and childless. This time I was happy to wait as long as it took: just me, Derek, a book, and no children needing anything from me. It was like a vacation! With all that and air conditioning, they're lucky I left when our task was complete.
All that being said, we still haven't gotten our CT driver's licenses, and I know that will be the lengthier visit. I admit I'm a little concerned, because I understand you are no longer allowed to smile in the charming photo shown on licenses. I feel nervous laughter bubbling up my throat just thinking about it. There is no way I'll have anything other than a bizarre grin-suppressing, squinched look about my face simply because I know I'm not allowed to smile.
P.S. I went and looked on the school's website one more time because I was uncomfortable claiming I'd been in the bowels of the site when I'd likely only been in the stomach or duodenum at the lowest. I found the staggered start and release times for the kids' schools. Thanks, conscience!