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By Betsy Richter | 8:00 pmI have four full bags of purchased school supplies. Those full bags have already been separated out into the two bags each kid requires – the one that contains their personal supplies, and the one they need to bring in for communal use (ream of copy paper, box of kleenex, disposable hand wipes, extra glue sticks, etc.) And those bags have already been labeled with a kid’s name in huge block print with a big old Sharpie permanent marker, no less.
PLUS – I have extra backup supplies already stashed and at the ready. (When 2-pocket folders are on sale for eight cents each, you grab several handfuls. Same for the name-brand colored pencils on sale for 89 cents.)
Of course, it required several large bills to cross every single item off every single list. And it was made infinitely easier by the fact that I got to be dictatorial about the type/color of binder purchased, for example, since both kids are still in Michigan.
School doesn’t start for another week and a half here – and I’m DONE with the school supply purchasing drill, thank you very much. Extra special bonus – I missed out on the usual crash cart action where 15 mothers try to all cram down the same aisle at the same time, using their carts as battering rams. And I didn’t have to paw through bins of school supply leftovers – the leftover misfit folders with the lame color schemes and/or graphics, the boxes of crayons with mysterious toothy gaps, the pencil bags guaranteed to label your child a social pariah.
But I’m not resting on my laurels quite yet. You see, The Mogul is very very very picky about his supplies (this is the kid who requires mechanical pencils with .007 lead, you see.) Plus, he’s very conscious of what meets the necessary coolness factor – something he’s told me I can’t possibly decipher on my own thanks to my old, decrepit and decidedly uncool state (or so I’m told, anyway…)
So I’ve got the receipt carefully stashed away. And I’ll be more than happy to hand it back to him so he can handle any and all returns on his own time (say, on the day he’s still at home while Drama Mama heads back to school. The day when all the mothers will be there with their carts locked and loaded in battering ram mode.)
I’ve already done my part here…
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