This is my best depiction of me at the moment:
|(I was actually going to photoshop my face in, but I couldn't find any pictures of me not smiling, and it really wouldn't have depicted me very well. Also, I haven't been reeeally blonde for quite some time now. But the paperwork? That's spot on!)|
I am 'the paperwork girl' in our little family. Maggie or Ana may usurp me in this call as they grow older, but for now they're about as motivated as James is in the paperwork department.
I take care of budgets and bills and applications and all that jazz. I used to get a kick out of crossing all the t's and dotting the i's. I always kind of love a good, completed form that I know won't be sent back for more details, because I didn't miss a thing. Weird, but we all take pride in something! :) The last few years have taken a bit of a toll on this pleasant little piece of housekeeping for me though.
Possibly my only real memory when I think of my last semester at uni is the endless paperwork I had to do. I remember 'photocopying my life' - so many times over that I ended up just photocopying a kazillion copies of my birth certificate, marriage certificate and passport, and getting them all certified at once from a Justice of the Peace. I'm sure it took ages and the people in line behind me wanted to throw things at my head, but sometimes you just gotta get it all done!! It seemed like every governing body and every application centre wanted a new bunch of random details (with proof attached - copies of everything certified by yet another Justice of the Peace) and it was crazy.
THEN, we applied for James to become an Australian Permanent Resident. Boy if I thought graduating was a toll on my satisfaction for completing paperwork, I had another thing coming. We had to 'prove' we were in love. Letters and invitations addressed to both of us from the entire course of our relationship and marriage, proof that we stayed in touch through any absences, wedding photos, honeymoon photos, engagement photos, photos at different events, scrapbooks, joint power bills, etc., etc. Then we had to give in all the usual proof of identity, lack of criminal record, good intentions, upstanding good character, etc for both of us, because I was 'sponsoring' James. Awesome. We got it on the spot. I ended up being super over-prepared, because it turned out that having a baby together proved we were obviously in love (phew!), or at least stuck in each others' lives forever if we weren't!!! Bless Maggie.
Anyway, now James is graduating from uni. I've been steadily dreading this time for the last few months, but it's come, and it's much worse than I even anticipated, because it coincides with us finally applying for Australian Citizenship (for James - I got it at birth :)), and our our annual big bills and renewals, and a bunch of other things. On the upside, I still have a bunch of certified copies of his life on file, due to my extraordinarily long trip to the JP a couple of years ago. Sometimes I decide to just leave James' paperwork to James, but when the deadline's drawing close I quickly pick it back up again, because let's face it - I'm just as much in need of him getting his teacher registration as he is!!! I AM pretty excited about him getting citizenship :) He just ordered one of the citizenship test books to study from, and I think he's pretty excited too :)
Paperwork I still LOVE and I don't think I'll EVER get over: Registering the births of our babies and applying for their birth certificates. How much fun is it writing out the little names you've just given them and declaring them new little citizens of our wonderful country and this world?!!! :) Awesome :)
Oh, and my BIGGEST paperwork oversight: Forgetting to return the form asking (as James had come to the end of his drivers licence points from an obscene amount of speeding tickets) if James wanted to go on 'probation' for 6 months, or lose his licence completely for 3. Because I didn't return it, he automatically lost it for 3, and it was the bane of both of our existences (sigh). And then it was like it was my fault James lost his licence!!!! (BIG sigh!!).