Thursday, January 31, 2013
What Happened to My Life?
I don't want to be an oversharer, but I have to set up the story a little. As prepared as we thought we were financially for something like this, we never could have foreseen what has happened here with finances. I will be fine. I really will. However, all of this craziness has led me to sign up with a couple different government programs, hopefully, for the shot term. So, today was the first day that I was going to use these special checks for the basics . . . milk, bread, fruit, etc . . . . I was told upon receiving them that they would be easy to use and that Wal-Mart knows exactly what to do with them. So, I carefully chose a Wal-Mart that I would safely see nobody that I knew (see how awful I am). I made my list on my phone, so I wouldn't have to pull out this identifying folder and I headed into no mans land. I'm sure you already know what happens next. Within, about 8 minutes, I see someone that I know. "What are you doing over here?" she asked. I blubbered my way through the question. Then she looked in my cart and said, "That is a really interesting collection of things in your cart." (BTW - this is like one of my closest friends and I know she is going to die when she reads this). I blubbered some more. I just couldn't believe that I was in Wal-Mart trying to use these ridiculous checks that actually ARE very complicated. I couldn't really tell her all I was thinking, because the tears were already itching to spout out. So, I gather my basics and an Etch-a Sketch and head to check out. My pulse is already rising a little. I don't know exactly how to execute this exchange and neither did the cashier, for crying out loud.
First of all, she forgot to use one of the checks and made me use cash and then couldn't fix it. "Whatever, I just want to get out of here," is what was circling in my head. Then I needed 2 cartons of a half dozen eggs. They were out, so I got a dozen. Seems to make sense, but she was not satisfied with my answer, so she sent someone to the very last isle, about a quarter of a mile away, to check for the 1/2 dozen egg cartons. Meanwhile, I'm starting to sweat a little. People keep coming to my line and she kept saying, "I'm having someone check on a WIC item, so you might want to find another line." I wanted to say, "Do you have to keep telling everyone that I'm on WIC?" I also wanted to tell her and everyone else that I've graduated from high school, college and even grad school. That I didn't get pregnant irresponsibly. That I didn't marry some dead beat. And all those other terrible thoughts that I had running through my mind. I just felt so little, standing there. I wanted to say something to set myself apart from all the other WIC users. Ugly, I know. So ugly. OK - so low and behold there were not any 1/2 dozen egg cartons and so we used the dozen carton that I initially picked up. She proceeded checking me out. Oh, wait. She scanned the orange juice. "You can't get pulp free orange juice with WIC," she said. I told her, that isn't what my little pamphlet said. This time I said out loud, "Whatever - I've gotta go. I'll just pay for it." Again, the egg checker came back and she asked him to check on the pulp free business. This is just getting ridiculous by this point. I'm holding up the line again. (It is, for reals, like 20 minutes for about 8 items by this point). Again she keeps announcing, "We're having a WIC problem here." Oh my gosh - I'm sweating like a pig now. This is so embarrassing. I keep considering leaning in, hitting the switch to the checker light and and saying, "Let's just turn this little guy off for now." The answer comes back after I've already paid for it. Pulp free is fine. Oh my lands - I went through all of that and for so little.
I feel like Kristin Wigg on Bridesmaids asking what happened to my life? I used to go to Safeway and Costco. I had even just entered the world of organic foods and now 6 weeks later, this is my life? I don't care that much. I'd shop at Wal-Mart every day of my life if I could see Dave one more time, but my life is such a series of "What happened to my life?"
Back to the story. I got in the car. I teared up a little and then God repeated something to me that he just keeps repeating, over and over and over in so many situations lately. "Holly, you are a daughter of the Lord Most High." I am not little, I am not forgotten, I am not less. And neither is anyone who is on WIC or anyone who has lost a spouse, or anyone, anywhere in any situation. I John 3:1 - "See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!" I am a daughter of the Lord Most High!!!!!!!!! He sees me. He sees my crazy life. He sees my children. He loves me. He wants the best for me. He is with me. I don't believe this at all times, but God is faithful to remind me when I need reminding.