Good morning from my couch office. 🙂
My office hours haven’t begun yet but I’m feeling a tad discombobulated about recent events. I thought I’d empty my head into the keyboard before I start my writing projects. Technically I have just under an hour before work starts…and, I have coffee. So sit back, I got some
complaining story telling for you. 😉
I make my kids lunches. Even though they’re almost 12 and 14, I just feel better knowing they will, among whatever potential junk they have access to when they’re away from me, have a nutritious lunch at school.
I don’t really mind making lunches until, say, May (which is the second last month of school) at which point I would probably pay people with pretty much anything you can think of except money to take care of the lunch making for me. 😜
forcing making the kids prepare their own lunch is not an option. Just TRUST me on that.
So when I get up in the mornings, I make lunches which often consists of leftovers in thermoses. Right? I pre-warm the thermoses and chop up the food if necessary to heat in the microwave and put together their stuff in the bags and off they go.
Here’s the caveat.
They have to clean out their lunch bags when they get home from school.
IT’S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE.
Except, it seems to be.
I had this whole thing with the kids this past weekend about them not owning up to the few responsibilities they have in this household.
Bottom line, they accused me of nagging.
I can’t really deny it because I hear myself get to that point more often than I should. But in my defense, this is a small house and during the time I make lunches in the morning or cook dinner at night is not the time I desire to have extra bodies behind and around me puttering around with extra dishes and clutter. Get the lunches done when I’m not in the kitchen.
It’s NOT rocket science.
So when I see their school and lunch bags dumped on the bench instead of in the closet with the hooks, and I remind them to get it done so it’s done, they give me attitude. Every single time.
Finally, after the argumentative weekend, I stopped. I did not say a thing. I did point to get their stuff off the bench, but I didn’t remind them about lunches. They ended up in the closet. Whatever.
Last night I went into my bedroom to change the sheets on the bed, install a new app, and read. I knew then that the lunches hadn’t been cleaned. It took a lot of effort to control my OCD to not go out there
yelling reminding them to get their lunches done so I would have an easier time to deal with it the next morning.
Be proud of me. 🙂
So I’m in the bedroom and I can smell microwave popcorn wafting through the house. They’re binge-watching Grand Tour (Slash, from Guns & Roses, was a guest, ha!) and I ignored them.
I focused on installing my app.
It was while I was fooling around with the notification sounds when a new message popped up sounding the new jingle I had just selected that almost made me jump out of my skin. Someone noticed I was on that app now… Lordy. Scared the crap out of me! 😃
That temporarily distracted me from my lunch-issues, which is a good thing.
Fast forward to next morning. I overslept slightly, got up about an hour later than usual. I looked at the clock and it was 6:45 am. So I raced to the kitchen to get my coffee started which I prefer to have in peace before I start making lunches, when I see my teenager washing his lunch bag. He’s rarely up before 7:10 am…it must have bothered him.
By 20 after 7 am, I call the girl child to get up. I may or may not have made a passive aggressive remark about being unable to preheat her thermos or pack her lunch bag because I couldn’t find it in the drawer.
“I forgot,” she said despite that being impossible because I did point out the bag and lunch on the bench when she got home from school. She knew, she just didn’t feel like doing it then.
Anyway. It is what it is.
Obviously we all have to transition into the whole thing of getting it done prior to breakfast. My job is to stay silent, their job is to DO IT. Or, go pack their own lunch in something else. They can figure it out, they’re old enough.
It’s really not rocket science.