So the kids are leaving for school this morning and Little Guy leans over to pick up a huge grocery sack. I knew what it was, so I ran over to look and make sure and say no.
Each of my children goes to a different school in the same system. Intermediate, Middle and High. Each school is having a canned good drive. The kids have been talking about it for a week. Little Guy's was the last school to get in on it. So yesterday I told him he could go to our garage pantry and snag a couple of cans to take to school.
An entire grocery sack full.
While I don't begrudge those in need - really! - I'm the grocery shopper here. I know how much I have to work with. I know what we have till next payday and what's in our pantry. I also know that I have three children who will be taking canned goods to school this month. And if history has anything to say, there will be a last minute push to bring in MORE canned goods (probably to win some prize). So this won't be the last round.
So Little Guy was wearing his grumpy face as he left for school with his can of evaporated milk and his can of pinto beans. And Oatmeal Head wore a happy face, since he only needed one can to meet the contest requirement, but was sent out with green beans (totally hawt?) AND corn. Tomorrow Maybelline will take a couple of cans. And I'll leave the bag o'cans by the door, since they'll need more at some point.
No, should I feel guilty that when a group of teens came to my door Halloween night asking for canned goods (kids from a local church), I gave them an armload of cans? Hmmm. Probably not.
Until I write again ...