I am still reeling from the harsh reality. The Teenager is going to *&^%$ high school. They basically pluck them from the purgatory that is middle school and drop them into a giant maze with no school supplies! I may be over reacting, because she was fine with it despite her obvious genetic love for writing implements and notebooks.
sorry trying to think and she is listening to most horrific “music” the “artist” is apparently turnt. (see urban dictionary if you are as clueless as I am)
The Associate has a school supply list and being efficient, I first wrote it down, cursed and then copied and pasted it to my phone. full circle. So we head out to The Big Box store that we favor, where everyone wears red, and in the short drive the The Associate is already in mini corporate lawyer mode.
TA- “So, if I am good in the store you will buy me a toy.”
me- “Is that a question or a statement?”
me- “Your good, but no. We are getting what we need today not what we want.” (ongoing theme, I won’t bore you with the rest of this banter)
I realize that we haven’t been here in quite a while and pile on paper goods to create the perfect conditions for an avalanche.
After the nice staff backed us out of the perfect storm we got down to the nitty-gritty.
TA- “mom, why do we need ziploc bags for school?
Me- “maybe so you can keep everything organized”
TA- “why do the boys need to bring gallon sized and the girls need quart sized?
Me- hmmmmm “what else do you need?”
I make some attempts at good momming by having her check the prices, and compare products. This tactic also helps when she wants to bring home these types of “things.”
The entire experience is fun except for her constant attempts to get more of everything. Like 12 pink erasers which I am pretty sure last forever already, and two rulers. Each fresh attempt at additional consumerism makes me wonder why she feels like she will never have enough. This isn’t new, just the other day she started pouring herself two glasses of milk at a time. She is in fact the smallest member of the family and almost always wants the most.
We make it out alive, after I buckled and bought her one toy. Actually I am still not sure if I buckled or she Jedi mind tricked me. The Teenager oohhs and ahhhs over her school goodies.
Me- “I think that the TA was the youngest of 9 in her last life and never got enough porrage.”
TT- “you mean the runt of a large family of pigs.”