Neither do I.
When did this begin? Is it a California thing? My kids get a list of requested school supplies as long as my arm. Assuming, of course, that my arm is 11.5 inches long.
I don’t mind buying the stuff… in fact, I come dangerously close to digging it. The bins of essentials marked down to scandalously low prices, the sassy messenger bags and earth-friendly rulers and neatly sorted real-wood #2 pencils? It's good stuff. But it's a buzz-kill of epic proportions for a kid in mid August. We really don't even speak of it out loud.
We did a fine job of ignoring the back-to-school ads and glossy fliers that began infecting the Sunday paper as soon as the fireworks faded from the Independence Day sky. Our kids go to a year-round school, so by the time their summer began on July 17th, it was back-to-school-palooza everywhere we turned. But's it's silly and surreal, just like the Christmas in October retail bullshit, easy to ignore by nature of its extreme absurdity.
But last year, I ignored the school supply list until Labor Day weekend, and found out that by then, the good (read: cheap) stuff is long gone. I was stuck paying full price for the pencils and protractors and school glue. So this year, when the opportunity presented itself, I was determined to get ‘er done in a timely and cost efficient manner.
It was fairly painless. Of course, I had an assistant who shares my passion for checking things off of lists in order.
And I also realized that at least half of the crap we bought at full price last year had come home in their desk cubby things on the last day of school, and it’s not like they would have just up and walked away in the month since that day.