POSTED ON Jul 05th 2013 BY LESLIE LOFTIS UNDER Housewifery, Life Admin, Travel
My husband gave me that title many years ago. I was on my way to earning it too. In our early marriage and through two kids and two households an Atlantic apart, I was on top of it all. I fell off a bit with bedrest with a twin pregnancy. I blamed my lapses on mommy brain, but looking back I see that they were more tech growing pains. I’d miss an engagement time because I hadn’t synced my phone and desktop or send the wrong daughter to a birthday party because I had used the wrong color on my calendar entry, mistakes not made with paper calendars. I had other small mishaps after the move back, such as running out of milk or eggs because I was used to online grocery shopping and delivery. It takes a lot of time to actually go to the grocery store.
But today, I out did myself. This prompted a little parody from my husband. “The Most Organized Women in the World. She does not often screw up, but when she does, she does so spectacularly.”
So what’d I do? Yesterday, the morning of July 4th and the day before our flight to England, I got out the children’s passports when organizing my carryon. The twins’ passports had expired back in April. We fly today…maybe. I couldn’t even do the 48 hour rush that I did two years ago with the older children’s passports—yes, this is a second time foolish mistake for me—because it was the 4th of July. Federal offices aren’t open. When this posts, I’ll be at the passport office.
This is Houston, and its a renewal, so it can be done. It just isn’t close to a sure thing.
UPDATE: Houston rocks. Passport turnaround in about 4 hours. The guy behind the desk just smiled at me. I’ll tell you though, I’ve never heard such politeness as I did from the people standing in the emergency passport, no appointment line. And when I left the building, I noticed this billboard towering over my parking space. Appropriate, I thought.