Today I used the monthly WIC check for Baby Man at Target:
If you've read my blog for any length of time, you know I'm pretty conservative and I hate huge, wasteful government programs.
My palms always sweat when we are out of formula (and I waited until we were OUT this time) and I am going to use the check. Before foster parenting, when someone would use the check I would think, "Wow, look at that lazy person who can't take care of their kids and has to get handouts from the government (aka their fellow citizens) to do it."
So I look for the most inconspicuous line in which to buy my 10 cans of Similac with the WIC check, and suddenly there are three 3 men behind me, all buying approximately two things.
The girl at the cash register didn't have a clue how to process the check, and I kept saying loudly that I was a foster parent and didn't know the system very well (kind of a lie to save face, looking back on it now).
Like, how many times can I say that without sounding like a moron?
Of course, both Lucy and Asher were with me, and we were buying things we probably didn't need for them. You know the drill: on government assistance and buying brand-name frilly kids' mouthwash, etc.
That check process probably took 15 minutes if it took one...and 15 minutes is a long time when you're 6 months pregnant and are starting to look it, have a 4 month old in the cart with no shoes on, and two other little ones begging for more toys.
You can't tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor.