Rory packs her lunch of choice.
There are one or two minor things I don’t like about this parenting gig. The early rising, for example. The midnight sheet-changing. The diapers weren’t my favorite (past that!) and the Sisyphean dishwasher and laundry moments do get me down. But there is one thing, one single thing, one thing that’s somehow fallen to me in our house (all of those other things were or are shared tasks) that really pushes my buttons. One thing that looms over my head as we roll lazily into August. One nearly nightly chore that I dread more than any other, one thing I haven’t figured out how to make easier or pawn off on my children, one loathsome task.
And it’s coming right back at me this September. But to hear my rant about it, I’ll have to ask you to visit Babble’s Strollerderby.
Heh. Sometimes I feel if I have to make another pb sandwich I might just go postal.
I’m in a good place right now as MWH got up and made lunches for the girls all week when they were at camp; I drove them there. I’m hoping to continue this division of labor when school starts.
I think it’s fair for him to make the lunches if I have to leave first and take them to school, yes?
Jason’s been making his lunch since 1st or 2nd grade. He complained about the way I made it and presto he found that he now had the responsibility. Jess is going to daycare this year that takes part in the state food program so I couldn’t send lunch if I wanted to – all the kids have to eat what’s being made that day. She’ll probably go there while she’s in kindergarten as well (1/2 day kindergarten here so she has to go somewhere the other half of the day)so I probably won’t have to worry about making lunches until 1st grade and given how independent Jess is, it’s quite likely she’ll be making them then.