I can't seem to help myself.
I'm just turning into that kind of mom.
The one that you look at and shake your head at regularly.
I can't seem to help myself. I promise.
It's an addiction. I'm not proud of it. Not really.
I can't stop.
I know there's hope, though.
We're only a few weeks into the school year, so there must be hope.
Do you want to know what I'm talking about?
*you can't see me but I'm sort of shrugging sheepishly. But I know you don't buy that because if I were truly embarrassed I wouldn't be posting this at all, right?
Here's my addiction.
These are some of the lunches I have either made or pulled together for my child so far this year.
I'm THAT mom.
The pseudo-Lunchables, dicing up fruits and veggies, slicing up pickles and cookie-cutting-turkey kind of mom.
And yes, I suppose in a little way I'm proud.
See, my kid barely eats sandwiches. She ends up bringing the bread home in her lunch bag.
So I'm stuck there. Unless it has pb&j in between, those slices of bread make a return trip. I even bought those cute little goldfish breads by Pepperidge Farm. And yesterday I told my mom how she was excited about the sandwich. And how she'd probably eat all the bread.
And then she came home with a half-eaten goldfish missing its filling.
So yeah. I'm all about the crackers, rice cakes and other bread replacements.
And also? When I've seen those moms I've said to myself, my GOODNESS, how much do they send in with their teeny tiny kids? I wouldn't do that, she's only five, after all. (Yes, it's true I was here when she would come close to eating me out of house and home - but I assumed that was boredom!)
But guess what? Poor kid gets into school at like 8:30 after a 7:30 breakfast and eats lunch at 10:55!!! She's done with lunch by 11:30 and there's no snack. By the time she gets off the bus and is home she's ready to eat the whole house all over again.
So I send her the stash and everything but the kitchen sink. Because I figure then there will at least be something that works, and I've been right so far. Whew.
In the meantime, don't hate me for being that mom. All I want is for my kid to feel full after lunch.
After all - we all really should try to get along. For the sake of the kids and everything. Or just cause. You support me and I'll support you. So - what's for lunch?
* This has been a session of me pouring my heart out about something fairly light for a change. But I still felt it needed to be said. Thanks, Shell!