I love it. A lot.
Club sandwiches. French fries. Ranch. A soda. Maybe a salad. Maybe. Or maybe just more fries.
I also like soup and sandwich combos, as well as salad and sandwich combos. But I always have to order a side of fries if I do that. I don’t think fries should be canceled due to a combo.
I am a lady who likes to lunch. A lunching lady. All summer long, I say, “I’m meeting so-and-so for lunch.”
Then school starts. And lunch and I pretty much break up.
It is never a club sandwich and fries.
It is most likely easy mac, cereal, a ready-made salad from the deli or, quite possibly, a soggy sandwich. I always fill up my lunch bag. Like, to the brim.
One of the above entrees, plus a fruit of some sort, string cheese, a granola bar, a cookie, a 100 calorie bag of something . . . Crystal Light . . . you know, just stuff I think I might be hungry for and I might need throughout the day.
And what usually happens is this: I work through my lunch.
Today, I prepped a new center, filed some papers, taped some computer cords to the “baseboard”, made some copies, and organized my sight word lists.
With five minutes left of lunch, I ate my salad. Well, parts of it. Mainly the chicken and the croutons and the ranch.
I had eaten grapes at first recess so I was full. Obviously. Teachers can stand up to anything on a full stomach of grapes. Especially if they’re the seedless kind because then you can eat the whole dang thing.
So today, one of my little kiddos was holding his stomach AFTER lunch and complaining that he was hungry.
I said, “Did you eat lunch?”
He stared at me.
I said, “Did you have some lunch at lunch time?”
He just stared at me.
I said, “Did you put food in your mouth?”
So I asked another kid what he had for lunch just to get a response out of someone and this kid said, “I can’t remember.”
Um. Hmmmmm. I started to rethink the math lesson we were about to do . . .
I said, “Who had a school lunch today?”
Three kids raised their hands.
I said, “Did So-And-So-Who-Is-Holding-His-Stomach-From-Starvation get a lunch?”
“Yes. Uh huh. He did.” Emphatic nods.
Finally, he spoke up. “But my milk spilled all over it so I couldn’t eat it.”
Well, if that’s not the saddest thing ever, I don’t know what is. I’m telling you right now if milk spilled on my lunch, I’d be heading to McDonald’s and treating myself to a milkshake with fries.
We talked about what to do if that were to ever happen again (ask for help!) and then I said, “I have some grapes you can have.”
And guess what?
I forgot I ate them at recess.
Um. Hmmmmm. Started to wonder what else I may have accidentally eaten. Starbursts? Maybe. A donut from the staff lounge? Possibly. (I gave him the granola bar and whatever else.)
And to top the day off, when I picked up my class from last recess, I had another different little guy put on the saddest face ever and say to me, “I didn’t get to play.”
I said, “What? Why?”
He said, “Because I was eating my sandwich.”
I said, “Why didn’t you eat your sandwich at lunch?”
He said, “Because I was playing.”
And there you have it.
Sometimes it works. And sometimes it doesn’t.