I rarely blog about typical “mommyblogger” stuffs. You know, the posts about coupons, giveaways, Super Crafters, and How-To Guides on getting your toddler to quit using the houseplants as toilets. Notthatthere’sanythingwrongwiththat, it’s just not me.
Because I’m a mom and I blog, I fall into the non-mommyblogger’s category of being a mommyblogger. So why not own up to it? I’m not good at a lot of mothering sorts of things unless you count telling the girls to leave my living room to spend their afternoon in their rooms because I’m tired of seeing them argue as “good mothering.” Or maybe pictures of how we leave the sink full of dirty dishes can count as mommyblogging? I’m good at that.
Earlier this week, both girls started school at the same school on the same schedule for the same low, low price of free. I’ve been on a week-long bender of what I like to call, “Getting Shit Done.” It’s nice around here during the day. Sure, I miss the girls when I think about them. But, mama’s got her TV back and with it, her sanity. That, my friends, is good mothering.
Every morning, I do my dutiful mothering task of packing a healthy lunch for both girls. I never have to ask Anna, the OCD/anxiety child, what she wants for lunch; it’s the same thing every single day of every single year. Nutella and peanut butter sandwich cut Uncrustables-like with my broken Pampered Chef circle-sandwich cutter, apple Juicy Juice, now-HFCS-free Gogurt, Goldfish, and a Publix-brand blueberry breakfast bar for snack. Every. Day. The. Same. I love her for her sameness in the mornings.
Claire, being the contrarian that she is, changes up her choice of lunch every day. Sometimes it’s buy school lunch, sometimes it’s peanut butter crackers, and sometimes it’s a plain ham sandwich. We’re on day 4 of school, and today is the first time she’s repeated a lunch. The rest of her lunch must have a change-up as well. “I don’t want Goldfish today. I want…,” and we wait until she decides what it is she wants.
Shockingly, Anna asked for what Claire was having in her lunch today (save for the sandwich): PopCorners and 1/2 of a Clementine. I don’t blame her. Those Kettle PopCorners are calling my name right now. Anna even pointed out that she was “having something different!” I like a girl who recognizes her OCD tendencies.
This year, I vowed to be more Earth-conscious in packing lunches. No more plastic bags! We’re going to go Bento-box style and use reusable containers! Except, have you seen how much real Japanese Bento boxes cost? I can’t spend $30 on an oh-so-cute panda Bento box just to have it not be dishwasher safe and accidentally end up at the bottom of the school trash cans. I’ve tried the Rubbermaid containers, but the lids are too tough for the girls to remove by themselves.
A few weeks ago, the great and powerful Karen Sugartitties wrote about the Planetbox lunch kit she bought this year for her boys school lunches. My friend and übermom, Maria, also packs her girls’ lunches in fancy Bento boxes, and she even goes a step further by
showing off decorating her kids’ foods. As adorable as the lunch kits look, we already had the girls’ LLBean lunch boxes purchased and the headache of returning them, buying the (expensive to me) Planetboxes, and then having to hand wash every day wasn’t plausible. I went out on a hunt for the perfect Bento-ish-style reusable lunch containers.
HALLELUJAH, Baby Jeebus and Oprah did not smite me that day!
I found the perfect-for-us lunch containers that just so happened to fit perfectly into the girls’ already-purchased lunchboxes: EasyLunchboxes 3-compartment Bento Lunch Box Containers
If I was going to spend the equivalent of a restaurant lunch on containers, they better last these grubby chillrens all year. I watched the product description video on the Easy Lunchboxes website to make sure what I was getting was of a higher quality, was dishwasher safe, and was easy for the grubby chillrens to open themselves.
Again, HALLELUJAH, Baby Jeebus and Oprah did not smite me!
The first things I did when I got the containers was 1) fit them to the lunchboxes (they fit!), 2) make the grubby chillrens remove the lid themselves, and 3) pray to the almighty Baby Jeebus and Oprah.
Friends, it’s a whole new lunch-packing year for me. I feel like a proper mommyblogger!
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