Wifely duties that I am somewhat good at (yep, you will notice that your average four year old could do these too):
Ironing shirts- check.
Switching the wash- check.
Making the bed- check.
Packing a lunch for your husband: Can I leave this blank?
Apparently I am lacking in this area. I had no idea, I mean, how bad can a lunch be when you learn from the best. Debs used to make me top of the notch lunches– I had friends try to switch me items like we were trading pogs. “I’ll give you my american cheese and ham sandwich on white wonder bread for your gourmet P B and J made from homemade jam and grandma sycamore’s whole grain bread, wrapped ever so lightly in a paper towel so that it doesn’t get soggy.” YOU WISH.
But the other night Eric came home to spill some word vomit. He tells me that everyone complimented his lunch today and that I was stepping it up. He quoted them, “oooh your wife is catching on.” Catching on? To what people? I didn’t know the business world was so concerned with who is eating what, but I guess there is a big difference between kiddie lunches and grown-up lunches.
You see, that day I had packed him left overs from a really tasty pasta dish I had made the night prior (I got this recipe from a blog my friend started- basicbites.blogspot.com). It was far from the typical sandwich, rice krispie treat and bite sized gatorade. Speaking of which, I guess Eric was starting to get called baby gatorade because I would put one in his lunch every day. HAHA. It’s an ironic nickname for someone who is six four and could touch the clouds.
And soooo the journey of grown-up lunch making begins.