A different type of labor

Two years ago, on my birthday, I remember bursting into tears at the notary. It was s repeat visit. We were running in circles. It felt futile. Yet we overcame it all. We forgot all about it, as we looked back from the vantage point of parenting. This paper chase is our labor. Two years later we are in labor again. And it is pretty much the same. We make the same mistakes (conrad forgot his passport home and our paper translator forgets to stamp a few pages). The extras CF takes three business days to be issued, though we managed to squeeze Jackie’s medical evaluation a week early, it’s to no avail. Today left me with a splitting headache and a completely exhausted body. But I’m still alive. And the chase continues.