Small,Old Driver's Exam Station

Yes, it is still old and creepy and crowded. Yesterday, I went to pick up my son (have to have an early release)because the station is only open until 300pm...how convenient! So, we got there, got into a long line,got up to the counter and were reminded that we needed his birth certificate! ugh. curses. The way my son Mack looked at me, you would have thought I was Mommie Dearest and going to make him scrub the toilet with a toothbrush! How could I have forgotten? He lamented. I told him that I need a Mom sometimes to remember every little detail in life too. We recovered and stopped into our local eatery and had a nice, late lunch and a free drink for me! One awkward part of the lunch was when a gal came up to our table and started telling me that my ex had been advertising his business at the bar and what did I know about it and some gruff comments about him. Right in front of Mack! I had to do some re-directing of the conversation. That was a little bizarre and stressy.(I created this word...stressy) Then, we we got home, and I searched for his birth certificate for about an hour.Every file,everywhere I could think of. What did we last use it for? I thought maybe his "hunting" license training. So, there we were, me, Mack and his dad on the phone trying to figure it out. The little talk session ended with the conclusion that I had lost a metal safe box sometime during our move a few years back. I did not because I have other stuff that used to be in that aforementioned box. Someone in his(ex's) eyes, has to be to blame.This little triad conversation reminded me just exactly how glad I am to be free of a lot of craziness in my life, that used to be occurring everyday when we  were together. As a parent, he doesn't realize that his being uptight over stupid little matters in life, can really stress out his kids. I don't want to pass down the way he overreacts to them.That's why I have an automatic blocker to stress I think. This is turning into a little psycho-therapy session, isn't it? Anywho, I'll be on the phone with Vital County Records or something like that. Hopefully, won't take too long. Just another day in the life!