The Monotony of Making Lunches
Today it dawned on me: My kids are old enough to be making and packing their own lunches.
Why has it taken me this long to implement this ingenious idea? And, why haven’t I enforced it sooner?
Honestly, I’ve made the threats. “You two need to make your own lunches!” and “Why am I standing here making lunches, causing myself have an aversion to provolone cheese because it’s 6:45 a.m.?” I’ve said these things aloud. I’m guessing you have too.
One might pose the question: Why not make lunches the night before? It seems like a sensible solution.
Well, I’ve got a sensible answer: because I’m full from dinner and the thought of looking at more food and deciding what someone will want the next day is just too much for my brain to handle at 8:30 at night after I’ve had a full day working and talking and thinking and helping with homework and driving to activities and making dinner and cleaning up dinner. In other words, don’t make me look at or smell provolone cheese before bedtime.
Since we’re getting real here, and honesty is at the forefront of this rant, the real reason that we detest making lunches is because it requires something that not a lot of us want to put into the process—no matter what hour of the day it is—and that’s creativity. The monotony of lunch making is staggering. Add the fruit, the veggie, the snack bag, the sandwich. Put the napkins and drink in the bag.
And please, don’t forget the provolone cheese.
8 Comments
Elizabeth Johnson
Two words of advice…school lunches!
Steph's Scribe/Stephanie Verni
Ha! Very true, my dear.
Alice
So true! I have one who makes her own lunch (OK, well, makes her snack, but at least gives suggestions for lunch) & one who could care less about even having a lunch. We’re pretty much PB&J all the way.
Steph's Scribe/Stephanie Verni
PB&J is the savior of lunch-making.
djmatticus
Mmm, provolone. Yum… *drool*
Wait, what were we talking about? Oh yes, that’s right.
I make my lunches for the following day when I first get home from work, while the dinner mess is still out and we are busy in the kitchen anyway. Then I’m hungry so I don’t mind playing with food. Plus, we only make one mess that has to be cleaned up because all the lunch prep stuff goes in with the dinner prep stuff. And, voila, done… provolone may or may not have been eaten in the making of this comment.
Steph's Scribe/Stephanie Verni
Ha! Lol…I love it!
I do love provolone. And we lovingly call sharp provolone “stinky feet.” 😉
djmatticus
Yum, stinky feet are my favorite kind of feet, er, um, cheese….
mithriluna
The rule in my house is that they start making their own lunch in second grade. But my youngest, who is nine just started making her own this year. Unfortunately, when my youngest son (who is 13) is running late in the morning, I make his too (since I can’t bear to send him to school without a lunch). I do make my husband’s lunch (at least his sandwich). He does a lot for himself but that is the one thing he really wants me to do (though I admit, I sometimes complain). 🙂