There are a million posts flying around the blogosphere about precious bundles going off to school for the first day. Beautiful odes to first borns striking out with their cute little backpacks on their backs. Sob inducing stories about last borns leaving the nest. Horror tales about buses going to the wrong school.
You might think that with C starting her second year of preschool bright and early tomorrow that I would also be waxing poetic. My first baby. My sweet girl. Going to school. Three days a week. Sob.
Eih. Not so much.
I’ve been dropping her off at daycare every weekday since she was 12 weeks old. She went to preschool last year. She knows the teachers, the kids, the place. I’m fine with her going off to preschool.
But there is something bothering me.
This year they threw a little twist in the plan. A teeny one. Something you might not think is a big deal at all. But it’s something I just can’t wrap my brain around and it is making me G-rumpy. Forget grumpy, it’s making me irate.
Lunch. They added lunch to the schedule. And it’s driving me up the wall.
At daycare C gets a hot, homecooked lunch every day. It’s included in the price. It’s awesome. They get her to eat things she would never, in a million years, eat at home. Tuna macaroni casserole, PB&J, garlic bread. And now instead of getting that wholesome hot lunch she’s going to get the crappy cold lunch I have to pack three mornings a week.
I know! Three whole mornings a week!
Stop laughing, this is serious! I’m up a creek here!
The school has a no nut policy and the lunches have to be “kosher style,” which means we can’t mix meat and milk in the same meal. Nor can we pack any pork or shellfish, though it’s not as though I was going to send her to school with a lobster stuffed into her little Dora lunchbox, so I guess that’s OK.
So… I have to pack a lunches for a 3 year old girl who is a pickier eater than her father, and if you knew M you’d know that was quite a feat. She’s used to eating a hot lunch every day, she doesn’t eat sandwiches, and I have precious little time in the morning because it’s hard enough getting her, her sister, and myself out the door in time.
What am I going to do? It’s probably not cool to send her with Mac&Cheese every day, and Lunchables are out of the question because of the darn milk/meat deal. What’s left? Goldfish crackers and cheese? Edamame and Turkey slices? Danimals yogurts and and and… what do I send with that?
I know I’ll get into a groove. I know I’ll get used to this. I know she’ll be fine and she won’t starve. But GAH. And GRUMBLE. And BAH. And did I say GAH?