Taught and taught and taught today...no wonder my mouth is still hurting.
Trying to step down to 400 mg of Ibuprofen three times a day...only one class tomorrow, I may manage it.
The man trolled off the BCN with MOUNTAINS of papers to see a gestor. We are learning the techniques of Spanish - probably everyone's- bureaucracy bring it all and then some.
The very fact that gestors exist should make one a little anxious. Their job is exclusively and simply to deal with paperwork...you know, cut through red tape. Seems a bad sign to me. Then again, they're presence does give hope that we might get through it some day.
Two and a half years after arrival, and the kid's Spanish citizenship is still not with us. We did take a big step forward today...I hope. Next step is to get their (long form) birth certificates, that have been ratified by both the Canadian Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Spanish Embassy in Ottawa - translated into Spanish. All that ratifying makes them seem like some kind of international agreement instead of a couple of kids, no?
This of course is after a full 40 minute search to find the forms. They weren't where they should have been, and they turned up- finally - in with the MOUNTAINOUS quantity of papers I needed to register eldest for school.
It's maybe a good idea to touch every single sheet of paper in your house now and then, do you think?
Can I also just make a little suggestion here?
If anyone is about to fill out one of those forms for a newborn baby that they hand you about 6 minutes after you squeeze out the afterbirth PRINT NEATLY! They didn't tell me this form was going to be THE official birth certificate. OMG. It is barely legible. HOW the translator is going to manage I cannot imagine. I wrote it lying on my back in bed for goodness sakes.
I tell you though, my exhausted hormone ladened body was not up to the task, and if the kid's citizenship hangs on my penmenship moments after managing natural childbirth...so help me...I.... I...... I .....I don't know what I'll do, but it won't be pretty.
This is version of one of my most effective threats with the kids, "If you do that again, I don't know what I will do, but I can guarantee that YOU won't like it." Truly dreadful sounding and it leaves their imagination to come up with the worst thing possible, which I could never dream up in a million years. Try it sometime. It's a great one.
Wish us luck.
Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to the translator we go.....