I opened my daughter's lunchbox after school yesterday to find almost all the contents, save the Babybel cheese and the tiny container of jelly beans completely untouched.
What followed was a completely horrible display of parental frustration that I hope she will quickly forget.
I suppose I should have known better, since she warned me the night before that because she didn't have time to finish her jelly beans on the first day, she was going to be sure to eat them first.
And apparently she's a woman of her word.
Unfortunately, as a kid who is pretty damn underweight for her age, the whole dairy and candy lunch combo is not going to cut it.
I realize that it's not the school's job to make her eat her food. And I'm betting (as was later confirmed by her teacher) that she was chatting it up with her new friends and taking her dandy old time unwrapping her cheese and savoring each bite of her jelly beans.
So really, I'm to blame.
For not preparing her better. For packing a ridiculously large lunch. For having to use every single container of the Laptop Lunchbox that I bought for her because otherwise wtf would I do with the extra container???
Anal retentive much?
And then for acting like a complete smacked ass over a piece of cheese and a few jelly beans.
Yeah, well I cried enough for both of us.
So, today I packed her a smaller lunch - a small piece of fruit, half a sandwich, and no jelly beans. I figure I had better save those for when I fuck up again, which should be, oh, tomorrow at the rate I'm going.