Too many pens
Jack absolutely loves stationery and pens. It’s a gift he gets from his dad, and a little bit from me. We love notebooks and ink and pencils and paper and journals and writing and drawing and collecting and making piles and using half of everything and then buying more more more.
Does that mean we are creative? Or does it mean we like to hoard? Or a little of both?
When we go to the store and Jack says he needs to buy more pens, I think of the bins and bins of pens pencils Kranz erasers writing things markers sharpies colored pencils etc. etc. and I cringe. Can’t he just go shopping in our cabinet and find what he’s looking for?
Jack: No mom! Those pens are old, or the ink is dry, or they don’t write very well, and that’s why they’re in the bin. I need new ones.
me: but we have 4000 pens Jack.
Jack: That’s not my problem. Donate them.
So what does he do? He convinces me to buy some more pens when we are at Staples and he finds them on sale… 60 pend for six dollars.
Jack: that’s only $.10 each mom!
me: Yes I did the math. Sighhh.
When we get home, we have the next dilemma. Where do we keep all the pens? Jack’s answer… Right on top of his desk where he keeps everything else. I prefer to have them put away and then leave a few out and accessible. And, he can put a few in his pencil case for school. There are just so many damn pens laying around.
Of course, Jack resorts to his old tactic.
Jack: let’s just leave them on my desk and I’ll know right where they are.
Me: actually, let’s put a few in your cup on your desk and then you’ll remember exactly where they are.
Jack: I’m going to forget that they’re there! There are so many other pens in that cup!
Me: I’m telling you to remember right now, here test yourself. Jack, where are your pens?
Jack: I don’t know.
Pain in my butt.