A Picture is worth a Thousand Dollars

I’m walking through Walmart in a surreal twilight-zone state of mind. Less than 24 hours earlier, I had learned that I was about to become the full time caregiver to not one baby but two babies. Daniel, just two years old and his one year old baby brother, Elijah. That morning I was on the phone with the boys’ social worker who arranged for a home visit at 11am. A home visit is when a social worker comes to your house and looks in every room, every closet, the pantry, mud room, laundry room, every bedroom and bathroom, the garage and the yard. Yeah, at the end of the visit there are no secrets, she has seen everything. Am I a clean freak by nature? AAAh no. Did I care that morning? Maybe a little (a lot).
Before the home visit, I dashed off to the local grocery store to buy what I hoped would be baby friendly food such as animal shaped cookies and pasta, fishy crackers, eggs, peanut butter, chicken and fish (I’m vegetarian so figured I should buy some meat products for the children), fruit cups and frozen veggies, sippy cups, toothbrushes and bubble-gum flavoured toothpaste. Then I raced home for the visit.
The social worker, after inspecting our messy house gave us the stamp of approval, after all children are coming to live with us not the Queen. Before she left our home she had me prepare my Walmart shopping list. Baby gates, electrical plugs, fire extinguisher, interior door looks, two cases of diapers, one for each child, case of baby wipes, t-shirts, shorts, pants, socks, shoes, sweaters, baby blankets, crib sheets (oh my god I need to find two cribs and two high chairs), and two car seats.
I was told to buy all the items on the list and then drive to the MCFD office by 3:30pm to pick up the children.
By the time I arrived at Walmart I had an hour and a half to do the shopping. I cruised around the baby section and started grabbing the items like some dazed Price Is Right contestant. As the item began to pile up in the buggy I found it more and more difficult to see over the huge pile of stuff and people started to look at me with shock and humour. “Are you having twins?” was the main comment. “Hahaha, something like that.” Was my hysterical answer.
Pulling the buggy behind me, since I could no longer see over, I headed to the check out. The young checkout girl started to ring up the items and wisely called for a packer to help me out to my car.
“That will $808.65.”
I pulled out my interact card and said, “I hope I have enough money.”
The check out girl looked very sad and said ”I hope so too.” YES! Approved! Both of us sighed with relief.
I now had $23.00 left to my name and was about to drive downtown and pick up two babies. Deep breath in, put my car in drive and off I drove to The Ministry of Children’s and Families.
God help me.


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