When the passports came back in the mail two weeks later, I thought the kids looked adorable. I got them all excited about their trip to India. We talked about where the stamps would go, what the plane ride would be like, what we would see in India.
My husband came home from work and looked at the passports. He looked a little disgusted, and then said–
“They spelled S’s middle name wrong.”
“What?” I said. “What do you mean?” I flipped open her passport. “No they didn’t.”
He gave me his are-you-kidding-me stare. “Uh, yeah they did. There’s not supposed to be an ‘h’ in it.”
I contacted the passport office, and they informed me that I could mail it to the passport office in Charleston where they error would be corrected.
A week later, the passport came back, uncorrected. Because the misspelling was “applicant” error, we’d have to go back, wait another 2 hours in line, pay the full fees, and get a brand-spanking-new passport for her.
And do you know why I made the mistake in misspelling S’s name? It wasn’t because I was tired, or was filling out three applications at once. It was because I actually forgot how we had decided to spell her middle name.
When it comes to that third baby, I guess you really don’t pay nearly as much attention to things.
Now, go feel good about your parenting today…