The post-adoption paperwork blues, that is. Who knew there were equal amounts of paperwork to be done once you got home? I thought it was all done before you had the baby, you know, when you still had time for paperwork. Alas, no.
I need to get H2 a social security card (for which one of us will have to go the bank to get his passport, and then go to the social security office, which I don't relish. They weren't nice when I got married and changed my name...).
I need to file for a new, super duper amended Certificate of Citizenship, since we changed his name (for which I need his original CoC, which I'm not keen to put in the mail, a copy of our court documents, passport photos, and check for a cool $380).
I need to file for the return of original documents that were submitted to immigration when we entered the U.S. with boyo (for which I need a copy of my
drivers license and passport, a copy of H2's birth certificate, passport and CoC, and some notarization action). And sometime, I need to get the kid a U.S. passport!
Egads. I'm overwhelmed. And I hate filling out all these forms that tell you at the end that if you have filled in a box incorrectly, expect soldiers at your door to drag you into the street, where you will be tarred and feathered in front of you neighbors without due process. As if I need that added pressure.
And to top it all off, I have the mother of all TMJ pains going on. I'm not sure what is wrong with me, but I'm definitely broken. 33 and fallin' to pieces. So sad...