So I need to have my fingerprints done again. They're called biometrics, and it's part of the requirement for USCIS (United States Citizenship and Immigration Service) to give us a document we need for adoption. Bill's went through smoothly. Mine, however, apparently failed.
It's like failing Lunch in Grammar School. I mean, how on earth does one fail this?
I could go into Motherhood Martyrdom Mode and say, "I have worked my fingers to the bone for this family." I could insist that my uniqueness simply couldn't be captured on the mini-screen of a government bureaucracy.
Or maybe, like the Velveteen Rabbit, I've had the love rub it all off, and in the process, I've become real.
I don't think that will cut it with the large officer I have to get past first at the office.
For now, I will slather on the lotion yet again, cover up with cotton gloves, and hope that by tomorrow morning I become printable. Or real. Or something.
Each step brings us a little bit closer...