Funny notes to leave in lunch box cracker#

There was a time when I was pregnant with my last baby that I was severely depressed, my kids only ever bought their lunch that year.

I don’t think it’s for every mom though and that’s okay! I do it because I enjoy it, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t do it.

For me it’s fun and I’m up at 5:30 every morning to get it done.

Funny notes to leave in lunch box cracker#

The food differs everyday, sometimes they have plain pb&j, sometimes they have mini sliders, meat and cheese kabobs, DIY pizza lunchables or cracker lunchables, tomorrow they’re having mini sausage octopus (octopi?). I also have jokes and puns because we all need some fun in our lives and a smile! My Kindergartener can’t read yet, but his teacher reads his notes to him and loves them! If they’ve been having trouble with rules on school, I might put in a gentle reminder to be good. If they’ve had a rough few days or are feeling down, it’s a cheerful note telling them how awesome I think they are or how much I love them. I usually try to put a note that they can relate to that day. I buy unruled index cards and make a bunch of lunch notes in advance (I think I have around 250 made right now). I love, love, love anything crafty and right now lunches and lunch notes are my creative outlet. I have five kids, three in school, and I babysit my two nieces. And therein lies something I tell myself is balance. There are days we rock it, and there are days they buy, because I’m just not into taking a special trip to the store. Fortunately, First Child has taken interest in helping to pack lunches, so we’ve revitalized the process all over again. Now, Fourth Child is in school, and the notes have stopped, the same sandwich could be made three days in a row, and all sense of adventure has diminished. She introduced the kids to the concept of buying lunch at school, because I was desperate for her to ingest anything that might possibly resemble food. By Third Child, the child that could live for days on air, I was desperate to find SOMETHING she would eat, and that became any sodium laden, processed food that would get swallowed. The Second Child received jokes instead of a note, and maybe the meals were a little less adventurous, but heartier, since #2 is a boy. It was lovingly prepared and nutritiously balanced, with a thoughtful and uplifting note. There is a definite line where you can notice where we have become exhausted as parents. With four kids, I’ve run the gamut, with the exception of the Pinterest lunch (who has time for that, times four?!?!).