Since school started in August, Ari has been asking me to drop him a note in the lunch box every day.
As much as I love him, I am no Martha Stewart-y mom when it comes to packing lunch or putting notes in there every day.
As if that wasn’t a big enough issue, I am also not a morning person. Thank God for earlier riser Kumar.
(Hey School and College Buddies, I know you are snickering and saying “I know. You haven’t changed much. I didn’t expect you to.”)
Anyways, if I were to write a spontaneous note, I would do that.
Case-in-point: Handwritten Note with Warm Socks
However, writing and putting a note in there ever day was driving me crazy.
So, I did something our brain is trained to do in this day and age.
You are right. I Googled it.
Hot Damn! I found tons of lunch box notes, jokes etc.
I sent the links to Kumar and requested him to print it out. I cajoled Adi to cut it out neatly. Trust me, there were tons of printouts. I wouldn’t have had the patience to cut it all out.
Now we have the lunch box notes and jokes ready. Right?
Found on google – check mark.
Printed out – check mark.
Neatly cut and stacked – check mark.
You would think the easy part is to put the damn notes in the lunch box.
Easy enough? Doable? Is it not?
Well, in the morning rush I forget to put the notes in. Geez.
My hot, fiery, little Leo is not ready to take any BS from his mom. When he sees me during pick up, the first thing he says – “Amma, you forgot to put a note in my lunch box today.”
I smile sheepishly. I say “Sorry…Sorry…Sorry…” a 100 times in 100 different funny voices and make him laugh. Then, I shower him with the biggest and longest hug that was ever given on this planet.
Anyways, by now, he has figured out that I am going to forgot it in the morning rush.
So, he reminds me every night.
“Amma, have you taken the old notes out and put in the used dabba (Tamil word for box)? Have you put the new notes in? Not one. I want more than one. AMMAAAA. STOP. Don’t hold the note in a way that I can see it. Other side…alright…hold it the other side. I want it to be a surprise for tomorrow. Good job Amma. You did it. Hi-fi!”
End of story.
Now, I know you are going “Cluck…..Cluck” and wondering “What the heck does she do around the house anyways? Kumar rises early. Drops the boys. He even prints out sheets for her. Adi does the cutting…as if she couldn’t do even that on her own. Poor Ari….has to remind and nag her to put the lunch notes in. What the heck?”
So, if you wondered that, I wouldn’t hold it against you at all. Because, your doubts are well placed. Do me a favor.
When you meet any of the 3 boys next time, just tell them “Hang in there buddy.” It will mean a lot to them.
P.S. I love, adore and respect Martha Stewart-y moms and dads. You’ll inspire me. You’ll make the world go around. For that and more, the rest of us slackers are eternally grateful to you’ll.