I hate summer with a fiery passion. It’s hot. I get sweaty. The schedule changes week to week (sometimes day to day). I need to entertain bored and whiney kids while still trying to produce for my job. I have to hound said kids to eat regular meals and get outside instead of playing video games and watching YouTube all day everyday.
But one of the things I hate the most about summer is school supply shopping. I dread this sadistic annual ritual more than most apocalyptic nightmares. The supply list is incredibly long and tedious, and it is filled with the most specific, hard-to-find items imaginable. By the time I’m done with the whole multi-day ordeal, I’ve dropped a full car payment (or two) at various stores all around town. I feel like it’s a punishment for hating summer so much and wanting to send my kids back to school so quickly.
Quite simply, it’s the most torturous scavenger hunt known to parents.*