I did it! It's done.

Ten, yes count em, TEN dirty fingerprints stuck on the little blue card ready to be sent in to the State… (where do they go?) to make sure I'm an ok person.

I’m told it takes eight weeks if I’ve lived in the same home for more than two years. (I have.)

Note: If you’ve moved recently, plan on a six month wait for your fingerprint check to come back!

We went to the police station. My plan of getting there at 7:30 AM didn’t pan out. K wouldn’t wake up this morning despite my glaring at her from across the room and wishing her eyes to open.

After ten minutes my eyes hurt and I gave up. I succumbed to the inventible: Waiting in old school type chairs at the local police station. With a toddler.

The wait wasn't SOOOO bad. Only ninety five minutes of sharing space with the other adoptive moms and various other people requiring fingerprints for reasons I'd rather not think about.

Only ninety five minutes of waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

With a toddler.

(Oh Joy.)


Actually, I'm lucky. K will let me sing in her ear and make up spooky stories about things on the wall. When that was over she practiced balancing on my knee.

All of that took the first ten minutes.

Then I resorted to more desperate measures.

The water fountain was good for another ten, but then her shirt and most of my sleeve was wet. Immediately she wanted to undress. Completely.

Never a good idea when waiting with other people waiting to be fingerprinted.

I ran to the car and found a blue lollipop under the seat somewhere, (still wrapped, don't worry) and that kept her busy for a while.

After her tongue and half her face resembled one of those Blue Men guys, and the stick was worn from sucking, K took matters into her own hands and struck up a conversation with a gentleman from NY sitting next to us. I guess his nose tattoo, lip ring and Cyndi Lauper hair didn't bother her.

Finally, ninety five minutes was up. My name was called.

My fingers got dirty and K cried.

Don't get your fingers dirty mom, don't please nooooooo.

It was over in a flash.

Now it's Hubby's turn.

Next on my list:

CPR renewal.

Core Training renewal.