Walmart has been out of brown paper lunch bags for two weeks. My kids won't carry lunch bags, they want everything disposable. They drop it in the trash can on their way out of the lunch room and their done. So when I didn't have brown paper bags, I had to become resourceful. I used what I have. This is tomorrow's lunches, not Christmas presents I keep in the refrigerator In January. Nate (junior in high school) says he gets some funny looks when he gets his lunch out, but these bags are really durable and hold his lunch and he likes them. And then he added, "besides Mom, my friends know you." Like that explains everything? Like this is not my first weird moment? My first offense?
In my dreams, I'm super mom that has it all together.
In real life, I have lunches packed in Christmas bags, dirty dishes in the sink, clothes finishing in the dryer when I'm going to bed. I can see 5 pairs of shoes on the floor from where I'm sitting. And 3 hoodies but I'm going to bed. They'll still be there tomorrow. This is bad enough. But now I also get to be the weird mom?