We were at the #DMV for eight hours today. EIGHT. Caleb is still in there, after closing, because it has taken them this long to call his name. We had to go altogether, with the kids, because we don’t have anyone to watch them, we both needed IDs and they told us we both had to sign for the car registration because it’s in both of our names. At one point one of the employees left me in tears. The employees here were absolutely heartless. The first lady at the front of the first line (after the first four hours) raised her voice to my kids and told them to be quiet. My four little kids, including a baby, that were doing nothing but play make believe to pass the time they had to spend in line. Then I missed my number being call the first time and went to the window after it was called again and the lady berated me, lied about how long she waited (even though when I got there she was already helping someone else and made me wait) and when I told her she could have some compassion for someone that had been there waiting for six hours she told me that I should have compassion for making her wait. Meanwhile my husband had to wait in line before their doors were open, we both missed an entire day of work, and my kids had to wait until 3 in the afternoon just to have lunch. I’ve never encountered such bitter, heartless souls in my entire life.