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.
You enjoy Walmart the weekend before school starts.
I’ll pray for you.
I always try to stock up on the basics beforehand — notebook paper, pencils and pens, spiral notebooks and folders, etc. (and these days, printer paper and tissues). After however many years putting five kids through school translates to I’ve pretty much got that down.
But, yes, inevitably some teacher or other will want some oddball thing I don’t have. And, again, after five kids and all those years? Unless it’s something they absolutely have to have the next day, they get it when they get it.
Nobody’s complained yet.
I always buy the basics cause I know no matter what they will need them and then when the tall kid goes back to school the little extra is no big deal to buy. Good luck,
I did buy a few things in advance for TK, because folders and paper and whatnot are always on the list, but most of it I hold off on.
Hopefully there won’t be a little gem like last year, with the uber-expensive, fancy-schmancy graphing calculator he needed for Honors Geometry. He’s in Honors Algebra II this year, so…we’ll see.