This week, we don't NEED no stinkin' lunch.
We are all sick. We've had a mercifully healthy winter, all things considered - runny noses of course, but nothing really significant. It took a strong, vicious, take-no-prisoners kind of virus to bring us down... and that virus broke through on Sunday.
The past two days have been a haze of vomit, popsicles, Gravol, more vomit, and laundrylaundrylaundry.
I packed a lunch for 7yo yesterday, but I honestly don't remember what was in it.
Other than that, I haven't packed a single lunch. Even those of us that are over the worst of it aren't actually able to eat much of anything - a couple of us are hungry, but no food looks at all appealing except for buttered toast.
Today though was 4yo's turn to provide snack at preschool.
Preschool snack day, we hates it, precious.
We need to provide a healthy snack comprising at least two food groups, for eighteen kids. Plus drinks. (Milk, chocolate milk, or juice. Water? Only on request for individual kids. Sigh.)
Usually when our turn comes around I bake a couple batches of muffins with Secret Vegetable Ingredients - sweet potato are very popular with that crowd, ditto carrot & pineapple. They also like blueberry.
But this time, I just don't care. I don't have it in me to bake two dozen muffins. And they'd be crawling with plague anyway.
I got my husband to pick up a giant fruit tray on the way home from work. Yes, I paid a premium because someone else cleaned and chopped it all. This week, it was worth it. I had a bunch of cheese that I bought on sale so I cut some of that up into cubes. I did - in deference to the teachers - put the fruit on skewers so it was all portioned out ahead of time for them. (Fruit kebabs! Kids love 'em. When something is on a stick it is automatically 20% more delicious. That's SCIENCE.)
Sorry, preschool. Playing the competi-mommy snack game is not high on my priority list, this week.