Lunch.

I totally aspire to be one of those bento box lunch making moms, don’t believe me?  I have a Pinterest board called Freakish Bento Love. 

Enough said.

Unfortunately for me, carving a complete replica of a Transformer out of freaking cheese takes time that I don’t have.  What with mainlining coffee, getting any kind of answer out of Finnegan about whether he will be joining his friend at the peanut free table or not, and helping Tate suck down three yogurts, my mornings are slightly full.  Full enough that I don’t wear a bra to school drop off, that’s my excuse anyway. 

Night time won’t do either, that is when I am busy watching Scandal and writing and mostly catching up on Draw Something, if you must know.  Plus, who wants to eat food that has been carved into tiny Phineus and Ferbs twelve hours previously?  Certainly not Finn, my ‘I’d like havarti and honey mustard’ persnickety eater.  {Blame the Davester for that one, Peeps.} 

I do also wonder if the lucky recipients of these fancy lunches go to friends’ houses and turn their noses at plain carrots, the kind not carved into totem poles or reliefs of the war of 1812?

I’ll go on looking at my Pinterest board, tucking a note in his lunch box {occasionally with fancy doodles} and letting him carry a sweet ass Star Wars lunch pail instead.