Posts Tagged ‘bad day’

When My Daughter Does Lunch

Ice-cream for lunch

Ice-cream for lunch

Yesterday I had planned on revising some stories I have been working on (trying to stay on top of this weeks Next Steps). My son was at SportPlay camp this week so I only had the two girls and they both seemed to be content in their play.

As I was working through revisions on one of my stories, my seven year old started asking me for lunch. I put her off saying it was too early (it was only eleven o’clock) and said she had atleast sixty minutes before I would even go in to get lunch ready.

Ten minutes later she was asking again, asking what we were having for lunch. Of course she didn’t like what I was offering and stated that she was going to make her own lunch. I was so frustrated with the constant interruption that the words out of my mouth, before I had a chance to think about them, were ‘You think you can do better? Go ahead. Make your own lunch.’

Well my daughter jumped at the chance. And when my brain realized what my mouth had said I almost corrected my mistake. But I hesitated. This isn’t the first time my kids have bugged me about what I’ve made for them: ‘Not pasta again’, ‘You know I hate chicken’, ‘Why can’t dad make dinner tonight?’ I thought maybe this would be a lesson for my daughter. Maybe if she made her own lunch she wouldn’t be so picky next time I made something (I know, who was I kidding).

To my surprise, my daughter started with salad, tortilla chips and an apple. Wow! Maybe some of my parenting has rubbed off, in a positive way. As I started to compile my acceptance speech for my Mom of the Year award, my daughter asked if she could have some ice-cream. Okay, so she wants a treat. If I was her age and in control of my lunch I’d probably try to push the envelop and ask for something I wasn’t allowed to have. Ice-cream done, she had a croissant with cream cheese…..and icing sugar! Then it was a popsicle. When she asked for another popsicle I almost said no, but I hestiated. (I know what you’re thinking, hesitating the first time got me into this mess).

Okay, change of plans. My daughter didn’t seem to be learning the lesson of appreciating her mother’s food, but maybe she would if I let her eat a whole bunch of crap. Sometimes kids need to learn things by experiencing it themselves. An upset tummy from eating too much bad food = a revelation that mom is right.

Well as you can probably guess, my daughter enjoyed her experimental lunch so much that she asked to do it for dinner and breakfast and lunch….My senses finally kicked in and I said no.

So I guess there will be no award in my future.

Could this day get any worse?

Today – The Sun and Neptune are on a collision course in your house of power. Expect total chaos, disappointment and a headache for most of the morning.

That wasn’t my horoscope for today, but the way my morning’s been going, it could have been. I knew this would happen when I made a comment about The Lil’ Mom that Could and her Bad Day; I knew it would come back to bite me in the nether region. And so here it is. The day has arrived, with a blanket of white.

I’m actually partial to snow, but not after I just put all the snow gear away. I know, pretty silly of me. I should have waited until summer vacation before doing that. I was lucky enough to find mitten pairs (and by pairs I mean one for the right hand and one for the left, not that they actually matched). As I tossed food at my kids for breakfast, I tried to finish some emails for work. But of course my kitchen computer is one of those early artificial intelligent machines and decided to have a tantrum. What sort of time-out can you give to a computer that doesn’t listen?

Breakfast over, struggles in the bathroom complete, we head out to the van only to be by greeted icy, frozen passenger doors, preventing the kids from getting in and causing me to do some sort of acrobat technique from the front seat to the back over the centre console. OUCH!

Finally everyone was in and secure and we were on the road. We actually don’t have that far to go, maybe a 5 minute drive. But toss in two school buses, a taxi trolling for passengers, an unleashed dog and double-parked school drop-off moms and my 5 minute drive turns into 30 minutes in the fifth level of Hell.

So now we’re late. As I abandoned my van in the school drop-off zone prime for a parking ticket for parking after the allowed drop-off time, my daughter then realizes she forgot her lunch in the front hall. This is of course my fault, according to my daughter. If I hadn’t rushed her out the door she would have remember. Yeah, right!.

With my oldest now the responsibility of the school system, I strap the other two back into the van (luckily no parking ticket greets us on the windshield). I leave the kids in the van to dash in and scoop up the lunch bag. I drive back to school, park illegally again in the school drop-off zone (nothing like tempting fate, eh), and walk briskly balancing my youngest in my arms, lunch bag in one hand and middle child in the other hand. My humiliation is amplified through the front door intercom system while I explain why they need to buzz me into the locked school since classes have already started.

I finally make it back home without loosing my other two kids along the way (small blessing). My two youngest decide to have a competition to see who can upset the other one the most as I countdown the minutes until lunch when I have to work my way  back to school for my son’s afternoon kindergarten drop-off.

OK, things could have been much worse. The car could have died en-route. I could have received 2 parking tickets. I could have gotten in an accident trying to avoid all the crazies that seem to be drawn to me. And being tired probably exaggerated everything. Actually, now that I’ve written this out I don’t feel so bad about the whole thing. And you know, things can only get better right?

[tinkle tinkle tinkle splat – sound of youngest daughter emptying the toothpick holder of it’s contents all over the kitchen floor]

Or maybe not. Is it too early for a drink? Sigh