Why Did I Allow My Husband to Do the Back to School Shopping?
I should have run screaming the second I heard these words:
"Honey, I can take the kids back to school shopping."
At the time it seemed like a generous offer, a good idea. I've been working hard with little or no childcare, so much of what I do falls to the weekend. With back to school quickly approaching, suddenly our weekends were also full with preparations for the kids to head back, including getting ready for our youngest to start full time kindergarten.
Without realizing what I had done, I accepted my husband's offer, printed out the supply lists for kindergarten and second grade, and sent the three of them out the door. My only request was that they call before making a final backpack decision. My only warning was that the eight pack of classic color crayons would be difficult to find. Was my husband up for the challenge?
I tried to use this peaceful time alone in the house to get work done without worrying about how things were going at our local big box store, but after awhile I decided I should check in with the crew to see how the shopping was going. They were already in the checkout line about to pay for the hopefully-located-crayons and the who-knows-what-color-they-were backpacks. It was too late. I had to accept my fate.
As soon as they got home I realized that my daughter's school supply box was actually a pencil case and would not hold her twenty-four pack of crayons. What really grabbed my attention, however, was my son's backpack. My little baby was heading off to kindergarten in camoflauge! Why? In case he needed to hunt for our dinner on the way home!
It just got worse from there. They did not, in fact, find the eight pack of classic color crayons, my son's "sturdy folder" was actually the value model...in purple...and the round tip scissors were actually precision tip.
I strongly considered poking my husband with them to see if they felt like round tip to him. Surely then he could tell the difference!
At the end of the day, the fact remains that I got out of back to school shopping. Yes, I'll need to eventually find those crayons and an appropriate pencil box, but I gave in to the camo backpack and my son will be taking his big sister's old round tips to school.
At least the scissors aren't purple.