Back To (Home) School

I feel like I've spent the last few weeks in a whirlwind of capitalist ecstasy. I have been shopping, y'all. And not a package of underwear here and a t-shirt there, but full fledged (well semi-full fledged. I'm still a poor person and I still love thrift stores) back to school shopping for the Kid. I haven't been able to do that since 2007. I have had to do things in tiny pieces with crossed fingers that the Kid wasn't going to have a growth spurt and suddenly not have any pants that fit. Kid needing new shoes would create a fiery pit of fear and worry in my belly. And then there was the incident just a few months ago when I asked the kid where he was going to store his socks and underwear in his new room and he said "you mean my 3 pairs of underwear?" Oh the heartbreak and guilt and shame of not being able to properly clothe a rapidly growing child is something I hope none of you all ever has to feel. But thanks to employment, the Kid is clothed. New(ish) pants and t-shirts and long sleeve t-shirts and button down shirts and jeans and hoodies! And a dozen new pairs of boxers! New school supplies, and books. Oh I might have gone a little crazy with the books. This year's science is biology and because my favorite part of biology was making the cell drawings, I got El Nino the biology coloring book. And the Outsiders. He's a good age for it and Hinton is a woman who wrote the book about teenage othering of poor kids while a teenager. Better than reading Catcher in the Rye, in my opinion. And then there are the many "how to write a paper" books, since that is definitely an area that the Kid hates but that must be done this year. And Howard Zinn's illustrated book on empire and and and. Today was the end of it. Kid got new shoes and socks. Provided he doesn't have a freakish growth spurt, he's all set till spring. I don't even. What. How. I.. Shit. The long running list of shit that MUST. BE. BOUGHT. is down to half a page of notebook paper, and except for a memory foam pad for my bed (hello fibro-fucking-myalgia! Thanks for making sleeping torture!) it's all want and not too much need. Is this how normal people live? I can't even remember. It's been so long. Now I have to do some serious saving of the money for the most extravagant of luxuries- dental work. There will be root canals and crowns y'all. And cleanings. Think about that.