May 17, 2012
That is what I keep repeating to myself every morning as I pack lunches. Seven days. I give myself a pep talk, “You can do it, Chris!” Good Lord, I am so tired of trying to come up with different things in the lunch bag.
But as tired as I am of it, my kids have grown weary of eating the same thing every day. So now their lunches are just a crap shoot.
Actual things I have said this week:
You’re tired of sandwiches? Well, here are some crackers, a string cheese, cheetos, and beef jerky. No, I don’t know why I put a spoon in your lunchbox.
Don’t want your standard turkey grinders with lettuce and cheese? Okay, Here are 4 Peanut butter and fluff sandwiches, an apple, two clemetines, a honey bun, a rice krispie treat, bag of goldfish crackers, and two cliff bars. What do you mean you are still hungry?
Your sandwich tupperware was empty when you opened it at lunch today? Well, you always bring the sandwich back home uneaten and throw it away. I thought I’d just save us both the trouble.
Seven more days.
And then I plan on doing something really crazy, like sleep in until 8:00!
Seven more days until I begin hearing, “What are we doing today, Mom?”
Eight more days until I begin mentally counting day to the first day of school.
In other news, my 13 year old has bounced back miraculously well. It is amazing how quickly kids heal. I would still be whimpering in the corner. He now just looks like a picture of collagen lip injections gone terribly wrong.
He finally went back to school today and the amount of work he has to make up is staggering. He spent a good six hours yesterday doing school work related things and was still telling me about other things he needed to get done.
This week was Miles week at school to be the class “star” which basically means every single day he had to bring in something. Monday was a poster all about himself. Tuesday he had to bring in an estimation jar, which is a jar filled with something and the kids have to all guess how many of the something there are in the jar. And then I guess they count it and see who is the closest? This was difficult. I don’t have any things to fill up a jar. One of my sons suggested rice and while I found that very funny I am sure the teacher would not. So Tuesday morning found me scrambling around the house. I finally grabbed our jar of cotton balls off the bathroom counter and sent that in with him. Wednesday he had to bring in a book he liked to read to the class.
Today I don’t know what he was supposed to bring in because we couldn’t find the sheet. I may have been a little bit overzealous in my paper purging yesterday. But I only have SEVEN more days to get rid of all the crap the kids have been hoarding for the school year and get rid of the toys that are never played with. All my big plans for things I was going to accomplish during the school year while the kids were at school have fallen down to these last seven days.