lunch anxiety

Last night I woke up at 2:00 a.m., suddenly panicked because I forgot to make Henry’s lunch. I actually considered getting up and making it then. What is wrong with me?

I didn’t make it in the middle of the night (what would it have been, I wonder? some kind of odd midnight snack lunch, like an olive-and-cream-cheese sandwich?), but made it first thing in the morning. And then of course we had a snow day, and now I’m ridiculously excited that lunch for tomorrow is already made.

Why am I so oppressed by the lunchbox?

Comments (15)

  1. Emily March 2, 2009 at 9:00 pm

    oh. I hear you. next year wylie will go to preschool at the YW&MHA, which will require me to send him to school with a “dairy lunch” (read: Kosher) and I’m already having anxiety about it. Daycare right now provides lunch – and when she announced she would start doing this, after about 3 months of me sending in lunch with him I was so relieved! the stress of thinking up new things that were packable and good for him was actually having me miss the days when I had to take every between-class period to hook myself up to the milking machine to make his lunch for the next day.

    and that’s saying something.

    I hope it’s not as bad, keeping kosher as a non jewish non trained in it person, as your peanut free requirements. they sound really terrifying (though hilarious, out of your mouth, as usual)

  2. Lisa van Oosterum March 2, 2009 at 10:38 pm

    That is so funny. I am totally the opposite. I kind of wish I felt compelled to make lunch the night before…but it would never happen.

  3. LoriO March 2, 2009 at 11:37 pm

    The same thing happens to me when one of the pets is on some type of medication. I wake up sure I haven’t given it to them (or forgot to feed them, or that they have died and I didn’t realize it). I’ve gotten all the way out to the kitchen before I”m fully awake and that I do not need to give the dog a pill.

    I don’t know about your Mom, but my Mom slapped a piece of balony and some mayo between two slices of white bread and called it good. Mom’s back then had it easier.

    And also, mmmmmm, olive and cream cheese…

  4. Julie March 3, 2009 at 7:57 am

    I am totally cracking up about keeping Kosher being easier than thinking out a peanut allergy, because it’s totally true! But making lunch is still easier than pumping.

    Lisa, I am so impressed by people who can just make lunch the morning of. It’s so complicated that I don’t think I could do it properly with children about.

    And Lori, my mom did the exact opposite of baloney and mayo. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve never had baloney. But what did I have? Mom? Peanut butter, I guess. Suddenly I have no memory of what I had for lunch, except for the one day when my mom put it in a toilet paper bag (as in, the plastic wrapper the toilet paper came in).

  5. Clog March 3, 2009 at 11:53 am

    Gee, I wonder why I don’t remember that toilet paper incident….was I just being economical? I don’t remember making lunch for you either as I think that you came home for lunch but you can bet it wouldn’t be baloney. I remember as a kid being so envious of the kids who had that soft Wonder bread with peanut butter and grape jelly or a fluffernutter sandwich and there I was with my brown bread and whatever. Actually it was probably cream cheese and olive which is one of my favorites. Of course now I wouldn’t even consider Wonder bread.

  6. Julie March 3, 2009 at 12:31 pm

    Ok, now I’m all concerned that neither of us can remember me eating lunch as a child. I do remember making cream cheese and olive sandwiches (I should make those for Eli, he’d love it). And we certainly didn’t have squishy white bread.

    Of course there is that story that is family lore about my Nana making me a sandwich and me declaring that I didn’t like sandwiches, and everyone thought I was some kind of crazy snooty kid not to like sandwiches. What I meant was that I didn’t like Nana’s sandwiches. Dry turkey and light green lettuce on Pepperidge Farm Very Thin White bread. And she would give me a juice glass of milk, that held maybe 2 ounces. I get thirsty just thinking about it. BUT I do also remember at the time thinking that I didn’t really eat sandwiches ever. So what WAS I eating? Surely it wasn’t just those candy bars I was sneaking?

  7. sarah March 3, 2009 at 1:00 pm

    Am I the only mother who makes lunches in the morning?

  8. Clog March 3, 2009 at 1:04 pm

    You didn’t really like sandwiches — preferred your food separately – gosh, is this an inherited trait?
    But it is weird as I don’t remember making you lunch….Katherine????

  9. Julie March 3, 2009 at 1:09 pm

    I think a lot of kids don’t like their food mixed together, though I still think I was mentally scarred by beef stew. I remember eating a lot of English Muffins, and chocolate chip cookies that I made myself (that is, the dough). Um. What else? For someone who is such a foodie, you’d think I’d have more vivid memories of childhood food.

  10. Anne March 3, 2009 at 1:48 pm

    I make lunches in the morning, and every time I swear that that night I’ll be organized enough to make them the night before. Sam doesn’t eat sandwiches, and it’s very inconvenient (as is his peanut allergy). The kid pretty much lives on Gardenburgers, turkey burgers, and pasta. Thank goodness day care will heat up his lunch!

  11. Kate March 3, 2009 at 6:49 pm

    Somehow I seem to remember you bringing peanut butter and rice cakes in on the odd day that we stayed at school for lunch. Shrimp cocktail also springs to mind only because it was such an incredibly unusual thing to have. Sound about right?

  12. Clog March 4, 2009 at 7:45 am

    Shrimp cocktail? That is so funny….I cannot imagine sending you with shrimp cocktail. Maybe it was those funny little glass jars you could buy that were already prepared. But the rice cakes do ring a bell and thanks Kate I thought you came home for lunch. Shows how times have changed.

  13. Kate March 4, 2009 at 10:10 am

    I did go home for lunch every day but there were a handful of times that I stayed (I don’t remember why) and it was such a big deal for me that I can recall the experience fairly well (the noise,m the smells, the drama!).

  14. Julie March 4, 2009 at 1:40 pm

    Hahaha shrimp cocktail! Really? Rice cakes and peanut butter sounds vaguely familiar.

    Did we really go home for lunch? (Again, what is my problem that I don’t remember any of this? I remember my third grade teacher’s shoes, but not my daily lunch situation.) Did they give us a 3-hour lunch break or something??? Wasn’t it like a 15-minute walk each way? Was that crossing guard guy who was there essentially only to help me across the street there at lunchtime too?

    Henry and Eli would be so, so happy if he came home for lunch every day.

  15. Kate March 5, 2009 at 1:19 pm

    To be honest, I don’t recall whether you went home or stayed. I was only around the block so it took me all of five minutes to trot home and back again. I’d forgotten about your lone crossing guard. Perhaps he made up for the fact that we didn’t get bus service to middle school and high school. Or something.

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