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The Trouble With Lunch

September 6, 2013 2 comments

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While I am absolutely ecstatic that my kids are back at school and I am back to being productive (which may or may not involve Downton Abbey), I am not thrilled about the nightly ritual of making lunch. Also known as fruitless labour, since it involves assembling food that is sure to return uneaten.

There’s a law in my house: if I make it, they won’t eat it.

Yet, I persist. Not only because the school would call Child Services if I sent them without lunch regularly, but actually because I’m hellbent on hearing the words, “That lunch was awesome today, thanks mom!”.

To be fair, food is not my strong point. Knowing this, I frequently turn to them for help. So, what are the other kids eating for lunch that you would like to have? Apparently, those little bags of mini-Oreos are all the rage. No, I mean food that actually has a nutritious component? Silence.

Every now and then I get excited about an idea – buoyed by their initial response to a product. It may not have been super positive, but it wasn’t one of disgust, either. My enthusiasm inevitably sends me to Costco, to buy a year’s supply of the damned things, only to have them return in their lunch bags after school. I thought you liked Cheddar Bunnies? No, we’re sick of them now.

Swear words run through my head, vision of sugar plum-like but with symbols.

It’s beyond tiring. The natural peanut butter and almond butter they find disgusting. Putting grapes/carrots/orange slices/something healthy into little containers is futile. Putting anything between bread besides Nutella is useless. They’re sick of bagels. Going to the trouble of making a salad or wrap for them is like straightening my hair for the windstorm – why would I bother?

So, I don’t go all out with lunch. But old habits die hard, and I find myself wandering the aisles in the grocery store in the hopes that something will jump of the shelf, at the same time nutritious, inexpensive, and already prepared, that I can send to school with them, that will not end up in my overflowing kitchen garbage. I’m looking long and hard, but still haven’t found anything.

Whichever mother came up with the phrase “Let them eat cake”?  – I totally get her.

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When the Premier Comes Knocking, Do You Answer?

May 2, 2012 5 comments

I initially assumed it was spam and almost deleted it. But closer inspection showed the email was a legitimate query from the office of our Premier, Christy Clark, to come to her office to discuss ways the government can improve things for BC families.

My first reaction was this was like our Prime Minister asking Howdy Doody for help. I might possibly be the least politically minded person in the Northern Hemisphere. I know she’s busy, but hasn’t she read my blog? Then again, perhaps that is the point.

After this initial reaction, a tirade of others. As if she will listen to little old me when I propose the province of British Columbia create a traveling circus to be available, free of charge, for the children of British Columbia. And where the hell was the Premier ten years ago when I was a working mother with absolutely NO daycare options for my tiny tots? Better tardy than never, I suppose.

So I have thrown myself head first into a political crash course, figuring out federal versus provincial jurisdiction between carpools and laundry. Note I didn’t say between whale sperm facials and shopping, like those proper Real Housewives of Vancouver.

Leading off with the idea that the provincial government should come to an agreement with our teachers is a bit obvious, but clearly that is one thing high on our list. For the love of God, put that problem to rest. And how about a provincial fitness tax-credit to match our existing federal credit? More encouragement to get our kids off the sofa and get some exercise. One friend has passed along a plan for changes and improvements to Early Childhood Education, so that we can provide an affordable, integrated childcare system.

In the jaded, shadowed recesses of my mind, I wonder if this is all a publicity stunt. On the other hand, it can’t hurt to try. The meeting is next week. It’s downtown, which means I should change out of my track suit, possibly the most exciting aspect of this invitation.

Really, thanks Christy Clark. I thought you’d never ask.

Want me to be your mouthpiece? If you have any suggestions, or a burning desire for a province-wide traveling circus, this is your chance to dish.