Tuesday, September 18, 2012

I'm turning into one of those moms!

I'm sorry.

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've tried.

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!


  1. I wish my lunches looked that delicious. Be that Mom all you want it is better than spending money on a school lunch that is not feeling and my not be what she likes.

    Way to go!

  2. you have become one of THOSE moms. lol. good for you and your little one if it works, it works. :)

  3. I aspire to be that mom! Make it proud!

  4. Good for you! You should be proud of yourself!

  5. Feeding your child a nice lunch is a good thing to be 'that mom' about!

  6. Stopping by from Shell's blog. "That Mom" is awesome! I am sure your kiddos think so too! :)

  7. Those are gorgeous! Who cares if you're *that* mom? I pack enough for a grown man, too.

    Using your brain takes a lot of calories! :D

  8. Those are awesome!

    I'm stuck on the opposite side of this and have one of my boys who will not eat anything else for lunch but a pb&j. He'll eat fruit and snacks along side it, don't get me wrong. But all the fancy is lost on him and would come home uneaten.

  9. Will you pack me a lunch please?

    p.s. I don't like raisins.

  10. Are you kidding? I think you are awesome! I wish I had that kind of patience.

    Also, what the heck is it with lunch at 10.55? That's insane.

  11. You are doing a great job. I am just not that good in this area.

  12. Wow, you are so my hero!! I really wish I would have the talent to do that!

  13. Awesome! I just wrote a blog entry about how my lunches are so boring compared to the mothers who do what you do. But hey, it's what works for each mother! Me, I toss stuff in a bag and call it a day.

  14. Oh no, is this what I have to live up to once elementary school starts! :) Danica Martin


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