Kellen has been asking me for a week to buy him a new notebook for math. Not just any notebook, but one with a green cover. Because apparently that is what the math teacher requires. Never mind that I have a stack of unused notebooks here at the house he could use, in all colors of the rainbow (except green, duly noted) and even one with cute little puppies on it. NO -- it must be green.
I kept forgetting to go and buy the dang notebook. Yesterday after school he pointed out to me that he had used his very last sheet of paper, and I promised --SWORE-- that I would go to the store last night and buy him a green notebook to take to school so he doesn't have to fill out an "expectation form" in math today.
At 4:30 am, I woke up, and remembered I had forgotten to buy the notebook, again.
At 4:33 am, I remembered that Brayden needed a box of vanilla wafers, a can of white icing, and 22 paper plates for art class.
At 4:40 am, I gave a tired sigh for how pathetic and forgetful I am as a mother, and dragged my sorry butt out of bed.
Did you know it's not very crowded AT ALL at Wal-Mart at 5 am on a weekday morning?
And that shopping at Wal-Mart, when its not very crowded, and you practically have the whole store to yourself, is actually not such a terrible ordeal. You can browse aisle after aisle, without dodging other carts or other shoppers --- although you do have to dodge the employees and their ginormous carts and dollies, because apparently 5 am is when they restock all the merchandise.
The notebook, wafers, icing, and paper plates (and, ahem, browsing) cost me $137.00
The "other" essential, important, life-altering items that I bought were placed in the new laundry basket I picked up ... and I left it in the van when I got back home. When I drove the kids to school this morning, Kendrie asked me to drop them off in the outside car lane. Normally when I drive them to school, I drop them in the inside car lane and the principal opens the car door for them.
I asked, "Why do you want me to go in the outside lane?"
Her reply: "Because of that basket with all that junk in it! I don't want the principal to see what a mess our van is!"
Hmmmmm. This from a child who never puts her shoes in her room at night, refuses to throw anything away, and is clearly allergic to placing her clothes in a dirty laundry basket. And for the record, the laundry basket was the ONLY thing in my van that was out of order.
So it makes no sense to me whatsoever that Kendrie would care.
But since she does, I think the trick might be for me to invite the principal over to our home for a social visit. Maybe THEN she would be motivated to pick up her damn stuffed animals.