I make lunches for all of the males in my household. \u00a0Yes, I know that it would be good if they made their own lunches.<\/p>\n
1) \u00a0Because, then, they would (all) know how. \u00a0(That’s right, some already know and I still pack them a lunch, anyway.)<\/p>\n
2) \u00a0They’d be more independent.<\/p>\n
3) \u00a0And, then, I wouldn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn to do it myself.<\/p>\n
Oh, but the problems that would ensue, y’all. \u00a0Tiny kitchen, distracted males, school tardies, frazzled\/frustrated mother….it’d be an ugly thing.<\/p>\n
Therefore, I will continue to pack lunches….and thereby keep my sanity, sort of.<\/p>\n
You can imagine my reaction when a lunch is forgotten. \u00a0It is sort of a ball-up-my-fists-and-stomp-my-foot kind of moment. \u00a0This little (mostly interior) outburst is immediately followed by the, \u00a0Oh, of course, he left his lunch<\/em><\/strong>, thought.<\/p>\n But, I did learn something last week when someone forgot his lunch.<\/p>\n You see, I had made the guilty lunch-forgetter a delicious turkey sandwich with mayo, tomato, cheese and Dijon. \u00a0The thought of sending the same sandwich the next day didn’t appeal to me — too soggy. \u00a0 So, I ripped the sandwich apart, threw away the bread (remember my crummy diet? \u00a0It’s still going….) and made myself an omelet.<\/p>\n It was good. \u00a0Very, very good. \u00a0Do you know what really made it sing? \u00a0The Dijon. \u00a0So, I suppose that you know what is going in my cheese and turkey omelets from now on.<\/p>\n Try it, \u00a0you might really like it!<\/p>\n Happy Tuesday, y’all!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I make lunches for all of the males in my household. \u00a0Yes, I know that it would be good if they made their own lunches. 1) \u00a0Because, then, they would (all) know how. \u00a0(That’s right, some already know and I … Continue reading