It’s now 2:20 on Friday afternoon. My boys start school on Monday.
We’ve got nothing. No backpacks. No lunchbox for the Short One. No clothes. No shoes. No paper. No…nothing.
Crap. I guess you know what I’ll be doing this weekend.
High school’s particularly annoying because each of the Tall Kid’s teachers will send home a separate supply list along with class syllabus. That means we can’t buy his school supplies until after the first day of school and neither can any of the other high school parents. Come Monday night, there won’t be a single package of lined paper or 3-hole-punched folder left in a 50-mile radius.
What am I going to do right now? I’m going to read some more of Michelle Willingham’s Taming Her Irish Warrior.
I’ll worry about back-to-school shopping tomorrow.