I love Linky Parties. They give me a focus for writing. If you haven’t noticed, I tend to ramble. Linkies change all that. For the most part.
Here’s my lunch box. It’s not fancy. But it gets the job done. I’d like one with longer handles, but it’s fine. It’s worked all year. Plus, I bought it through a school fundraiser. Yep. That’s me. Helping out the little guy.
Seeing as how I’m on Spring Break, I didn’t pack a lunch today. But this is what I’m going to have for lunch today, and it’s a typical lunch that I would take to school.
I generally don’t bring the whole box of cereal and the gigantic jug of milk with me. So I threw the tupperware into the picture at the last minute so you get the idea.
Cereal? CEREAL? Yes. Cereal.
I love cereal. (Not the milk, but I wet it just enough to get my vitamin D for the day) I don’t have time to eat cereal in the morning. And, believe it or not, I’ve cut out my English muffin with peanut butter. I know. I almost don’t believe it, either. But it’s true. It’s gone. Now that I’m “walking” every morning, I don’t have time.
Let’s rephrase that. I do have the time. But I am just having way too much fun getting up at 5:30am as it is. To get up even earlier for a toasted English muffin might be TOO MUCH FUN . . .
Now I just grab a granola bar and go. It was a huge shock to my system not having that English muffin anymore. It was either that or the Fiber One bar (I had no idea fiber could do that).
So now I take cereal. And have breakfast for lunch. Yum. I usually save the apple for after school.
I’m not a big drinker unless it’s wine, and since that’s frowned upon at my school (I know – rigid), I usually bring Crystal Light or Iced Tea. I keep fifty cents in the bottom of my lunch bag, just in case I need a soda. You just never know. It all depends on those little rascals.
I feel really lucky that our soda machine only requires fifty cents. I had a particularly bad day when the machine wouldn’t take my two quarters. It kept spitting one back out. What in the world? I understand the Dollar Bill Syndrome but I had no clue how to flatten and smooth out a quarter. No one in the lounge had anything to trade it out with . . . I was in a tizzy. I never even got my soda that day because as it turns out, I was using a Canadian coin. My husband goes to Canada about twice a year. That machine is really smart because that coin could have fooled me. I mean, it did. Really.
I also keep snacks in my lunch bag. I’m a snacker. Chomp chomp.
Notice there are no pictures of starbursts. Or math pills. Or Girl Scout Cookies. Nope. I am a healthy eater. Nod. Yep. Nod.
We always go out to eat on Fridays. Places close by to us include Jack in the Box, Subway, a pizza place (by the slice with salad), Chick Fil A, Wendy’s, and Panera. On days when we feel like the world is on our side and we can drive reallyreallyreally fast without getting caught, we can make it to In and Out. (I have decided I am having lunch right after I type this post. I’m suddenly starving.)
Even though Fridays are our designated going-out days, it’s not hard to talk my partner into “going down the hill” and foregoing our lunches from home. She can just as easily talk me into it. It’s okay. We deserve it. We teach first grade.
Tara also wanted us to discuss our lunch situation.
Here’s the situation.
My lunch is from 11:25 to 12:10. Or 12:15. It depends. Let me explain. The bell rings at 12:10. Which means the kids freeze on the playground at that time. Then the noon supervisors blow their whistles and the kids
run like crazy devils walk really nicely to their lines. Then they continue to play and chase one another line up like soldiers. We give the noon supervisors time to reflect on how wonderful our classes are before we pick them up. It’s only fair.
People, I have a DUTY FREE LUNCH. It’s in our contract. I can’t believe all of you who don’t have this. Well, both. You don’t have a DUTY FREE LUNCH so I’m assuming you don’t have a CONTRACT. Our contract states that we get a 30 minute duty free lunch EVERY DAY NO MATTER THE WEATHER. And our principal is AMAZING when it comes to the weather. She’ll have the kids sit in our multi-purpose room to eat for the first 25 mintues, and then she has them sit outside under the pavillion in the rain or wind for the last 20 minutes when they would otherwise be playing had the weather cooperated. Yep. I know. I’m trying not to chuckle. I think she thinks it’s good for them. (sneaky smile) Anyways, I almost always get my whole 45 minutes.
I feel spoiled after reading about some of your lunch times and eating with kids and everything. When my class earned a reward of eating with me in the classroom, they wore me out. “Can you open this? I can’t open this. Can I use scissors? The noon supervisor always gets this open for me. This is hot. This is cold. This is good. This is gross. This is my favorite. Do you have a microwave?” If you do this everysingleday, I bow down to you. As soon as I saw the rest of the first and second grade classes heading down to the playground, I
yelled for my class to get out announced that it was time to play.
So that’s my lunch story. Now I need to go get me some.
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Did I ramble?