Can I rant about something totally meaningless for a moment? Lunchboxes! I bought my kids the most adorable animal lunchboxes. Here, see, aren’t they adorable?
Presumably, in my mind, if a kid takes his lunch to school in a cute lunch box it will make up for all the strife in his divorcing parents’ home life. We are FINE, world, okay? Look at my kids’ lunchboxes! Right? Eek.
Now that I think about it, that probably was my motive. Control what I can control, and there are so many things I can’t control now that my kids are splitting their time between me and my ex, but I could at least control the cuteness of the lunchboxes. But this post was supposed to be fun and meaningless.
Anyway, the rant cometh. These adorable lunchboxes get left in the car almost every day, and every day it drives me absolutely crazy because it means they will not be available when I am ready to pack lunches!!
Here’s how it happens. Almost every day, I pick up my kids and we get home and they scramble out of the car ahead of me like women released on a timed shopping spree. They’re racing for toys and snacks like banchees! And I, tired mommy, slowly mosey out of the car and lock it and look into the back seat to see – drumroll, eye-roll – the lunchboxes.
And here’s where all the mommy guilt and irritation and overthinking comes in. How many times have I told them to bring in their lunchboxes when they leave the car!! Do I have to remember to say it every day AS we’re pulling into our parking spot, or will this habit eventually stick? And how? And now what do I do?
Do I leave the lunchboxes there and put the lunch in a blue plastic bag the next morning like I have so many mornings? That’ll really teach them a lesson! (Like they care.) Or do I suck it up and grab the lunchboxes myself and nag them when I get inside? Or do I go inside without the lunchboxes and make them all stop what they’re doing and go back outside and get the lunchboxes and bring them inside and remember to re-lock my car while they’re at it?! So much energy required in that last option.
What would you do, Smarter Mom Than Me? What would you do? It’s these tiny decisions of motherhood that make us laugh and scream.
Tomorrow, the lunches are going in plastic bags!
PS – I wish my sons’ lunch looked like the following image, but they would never eat it. Most days it’s just a rice cake with sunbutter, applesauce pouch, cheese stick and some cut up fruit.