The nightly ritual of making the packed lunches does my bloody nut. I always seem to forget about them until about 10pm, when I’m just about to go to bed, by which point I’m in no fit state* to hunt around for dinosaur cutters and employ actual imagination or thought.
When the guilt of leaving my kids in childcare whilst I go to work gets too much, I do occasionally go through a brief phase of putting effort in (going a little “Alpha Mummy”, if you will), before sliding inevitably back into the usual Grab-Anything-I-Can-Find-And-Sling-In-A-Box method.
I really WANT to be better at this. I really WANT to be more organised, so that I actually remember lunch stuff when I do the weekly shop, and don’t have to scrabble around for suitable fodder. I really WANT my kids to be those that merrily munch down on cucumber sticks as a favourite snack, and willingly choose grapes over biscuits. But fact is, I know full well that the fruit will come back either untouched, or slightly mangled. Ditto the sandwich. I may as well chew it up a little bit myself, to save my kids the bother.
As for yoghurt…is there anything more disgusting than a yoghurt-smeared lunchbox forgotten about until Sunday night?! *Vom*
* On reading this back I realise that this part makes me sound like I get fall-down drunk every night. This is not true. (Only some nights).