The letter we received home from school on the first day should have read:
Welcome back to school, Lauck family! In less than a week, all three kids will be sick, and you'll be cleaning up vomit and living on cup-o-noodles and saltines and flat ginger ale. And bananas.
You will be mean, but that isn't because your kids have a bunch of homework every night, already. No, it is because you're a bad mother. Don't even think about passing that off on us.
Ah yes, the chaos continues here at Casa Lauck. I've got nothing worth eating, I've been sporadic on the working out, and my kids and I have a tenuous relationship that includes a lot of snarling. Back to school is awesome, yeah?
I can't believe we've already had vomit. That has to be some kind of record, does it not?
I'm off to the grocery store this evening, so it is menu time once again. I honestly don't know why I bother sometimes, because it feels like it is courting disaster to be prepared. This is some sort of warped lifelong resident of earthquake country logic. If we don't prepare for a disaster, one won't happen. But the second we put aside a new medical kit and enough food and water for the family, we'll get the big one.
In your face, bad logic! I'm making a menu, and it ain't pretty, but whomp. In the extended entry.
Tuesday: Pancakes and sausages , sliced apples
Wednesday: Rice with curried veggies and some sort of protein-rich dessert. Like custard.
Thursday: Oven-fried chicken drummettes with pasta salad and sweet potato fries
Friday: Bacon and cheddar cheese quiche with broccoli
Saturday: Take out - probably chinese
Sunday: Turkey roast with mashed potatoes, gravy and string beans