My morning started at 5:30am.
That was enough time to get me ready, get Brian up, get the kids up and ready and be down to breakfast at 6:45am.
Then, we came back to the room to brush teeth, grab the bag for our kids, get our passports and be back in the lobby to meet our guide at 7:40am.
Next, we loaded in the van (which Phoebe still hates) and headed to our US Consulate appointment.
So far, so good.
We stopped at the medical center first to pick up the kids medical reports and then walked a few minutes to the Consulate. Panic set in when we saw the HUGE line of people but our guide assured us that we get to bypass all that.
She was right. We were first in the line for US citizens.
So far, so good.
Our appointment was at 8:30am. At 8:20am, we could tell Helen (our guide) was getting nervous. She said that usually when an appointment is at 8:30 they let us in around 8:15 to get through security and get upstairs.
Then Phoebe dumped ALL her Cheerios on the ground. Oh, and I'm not quite sure how many of those fallen Cherrios Easton ate before we caught him.
So far, so good... kinda.
Finally, a little after 8:30am they let us in and we went through security. I brought a bottle of water for us and a bottle for Easton. He gets his own special bottle because he puts his entire mouth on it, and well, he backwashes. The security guard made me drink out of both bottles to prove they were 'safe.' Ugh. Brian said that moment was a 'true mommy' thing. Then, Phoebe's hair bow didn't make it through the conveyor belt.
But we made it upstairs with our specific instructions: second floor, window 7, get a number.
They wouldn't let us have a number. "Just take seat," they said... you could tell by their faces it wasn't going to be good.
So far, still doing ok.
Easton had to go potty. I took him to the bathroom, flipped on the light switch which also turned on a fan and he flipped out... so I walked out and walked back in and he was still scared but better. Brian came in to help and we finally got him calmed down. Until it was time to flush the toilet. Everywhere else he is fine; something about this toilet scared him half to death. He never holds on to me when I hold him, but this time he was holding on for dear life!
We walked back out to the group and found out the bad news.
The computers are down state side and no visas will be processed today. They rescheduled our appointment for tomorrow at 1pm but there are no guarantees. Best case scenario: we get their visas tomorrow night and get to come home Wednesday as planned. Worse case scenario: we are stuck here indefinitely. We've heard horror stories of this happening and families having to stay an extra week.
So far, well, I haven't cried... yet.
Please say an extra prayer for us today. We are so ready to come home!