As a related follow-up, Andrew and Carrie went to try and use my WIC checks today (Blitzen, the baby whisperer stayed back with me) and surprise surprise, rejected. The usage date was okay but the wrong formula and ounces were written on the checks. Grocery store told them I’d have to go to the WIC office on Monday. Which of course is an hour away from where I work and is only open half as many hours.
And these are just Sandy’s checks. I’ve asked at least a half dozen people at the foster agency for the WIC letter necessary just to make Clementine’s WIC appointment to eventually get the checks to maybe have the grocery store let me exchange them for formula. Maybe.
If we were actually dependent on welfare, I’m pretty sure we’d all die. It’s too hard.