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Always trust your gut

Remember that exciting feeling I had last night?

Well it sank. Fast and hard.

I did mail our education workbook today - that is still good. But I was also happy to finally get our passport renewal papers in the mail. I got everything together and double checked, thinking "Do not get this wrong. You do Not have the time for it to not process in a timely manner." So I breathed a big breath and thought, Mara- stop freaking out, it's all good.

It was not all good.

An hour after I sent the passport papers I saw Jon's pictures sitting on my van console, right next to the stapler I brought so they could be stapled onto the form. It was 10 minutes past the post office closing time.

And my stomach sank. It turned over. I felt like crying.

I know, I know. Don't freak out. It is really a small thing in life compared to so many other things. But why couldn't I have just gotten it right!?! I could kick myself! And now I'm going to worry even more that it won't all come back in time. We need the passports BEFORE July. Of course, I procrastinated on getting the forms in. I could have done this months ago. ARGHHHHH!

The passport office was called and they told me to wait a week and call again. If I send the picture tomorrow it could become completely lost. I'm just praying this doesn't add weeks of extra time to the already 4-6 week process time.

Ok. I'm done dwelling on it now. Hopefully now that I've written I'll feel a little better. I will also plan on sewing tonight after Caleb is in bed, that always helps my stress level. I have a car quilt to finish quilting and a wedding quilt to get pieced together.

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