In keeping with my new plan, which I like to call, “Operation Trying to be One Of Those Mom’s”, I decided to make my kids lunches this week, instead of forking over $23.50 for them to buy lunch.
What a stupid idea THAT was.
And that wasn’t the only stupid idea I’ve had this week.
I’m full of stupid ideas!
This morning, after I had made Ethan’s lunch, I opened up the drawer, pulled out a black sharpie and wrote his name.
But that’s not all I wrote.
Oh no it wasn’t.
Ethan The Great! I made him a super hero! All of his friends would be jealous because their mom’s never call them The Great! And Ethan would see it and be so happy! And proud! And he’d hug me and kiss me and tell me “thank you” for being such an awesome mom!
Stupid fantasies. The Reality went a little more like this.
“Ethan! I made your lunch! Wait til you see what I wrote on it!”
“You WROTE on it?”
“Well, yeah. I wrote Ethan the Great!”
“OH MY GOD! MOM! THAT’S SO DUMB! WHY DID YOU WRITE THAT? I’M NOT TAKING THAT TO SCHOOL!”
And he didn’t. Well, not with the superhero name written on it, anyway.
I wonder how many more stupid ideas I’ll come up with before the week’s end?