I have a new complaint concerning The Devil's Playground. I hear what you all are saying: "How uncharacteristic of you, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom!" I know. But I can't let it go.
Yesterday, my little Pony and I went to pick up a few necessities, and the boys' school supplies for the upcoming year. The #1 son was at church, but had given me a verbal list of what he needed. With The Pony entering 7th grade, and #1 going into 10th, they mainly needed the basics. I loaded my cart with 5 spiral notebooks for The Pony, 4 five-subject notebooks for #1, pens, pencils, erasers, colored pencils, and two metal water bottles for The Pony's lunches. For my classroom, I picked up 2 giant GermX dispensers, 3 packs of note cards, and a three-pack of Kleenex. Each boy got 3 shirts, 1 pair of shorts, and The Pony got a new pair of pajama pants.
I don't think that was an extravagant cartload of school supplies. We DID NOT even get any folders or rulers or glue or calculators or binders or backpacks or socks or underwear or shoes. So imagine my surprise when The Devil's Handmaiden, after checking us out, made a snide little comment. She gave me the total, looked at The Pony, and said, "Somebody is spoiled."
For a moment, I was speechless. Thank the Gummi Mary, that didn't last. "I have another son, too. But he's not nearly as helpful as this one." I don't know why I felt a need to justify my purchases to The Devil's Handmaiden. The Pony had helped me unload all the crap onto the conveyor, and he had put the bags into the cart as soon as the Handmaiden filled them. I gave him $2 so he could play a game in The Devil's Arcade. I do that every week, because he goes shopping with me and runs hither and yon to pick up items The Devil has moved since the last time I was there. It wreaks havoc with my shopping list.
Since when is it spoiling a kid to buy him the basic necessities for school? Or to give him $2 to play a game? What's he supposed to get, a notebook and a pencil?
People piss me off.