Snacks: a 4-letter word with 6 letters

When I was a kid, we ate meals at home, except for the lunch that we brought from home to eat at school. After school we got a snack at home. We drank from water fountains and we drank with our meals.

My kids seem to be under the impression that they will die if they do not bring a snack to school every day. In my second-grader’s case, TWO snacks. It’s not their fault, really. The school not only allows this, but encourages it! If they forget to bring a snack, their teacher provides one! My fifth-grader’s teacher allows them to snack all day long if they want to.

I cannot judge their teachers for allowing this, because I don’t know what it’s like to be a teacher. I do know what it’s like to function in the real world, however, and you can’t just snack whenever you want to. I don’t feel like this is preparing them for “real life.”

Snacks are a huge source of friction in our house. Part of it is because I’m so CRAZY and part of it is because of this mentality that has been brewing in the many, many years since I was in school. People wonder why obesity has become a problem with kids and this is one of the reasons. My kids eat breakfast, then they have a morning snack at school. Then lunch at school. Then an afternoon snack at school. The first thing they do when they get home from school is have a snack. Then dinner, and then they want dessert. How is this healthy? I understand there are some schools of thought that encourage eating six small meals a day, but in those cases, “meals” are a hard-boiled egg and a grape. In this case, they’re mostly processed carbs and a full lunch and dinner.

I know, I’m a parent and I should have control over this. The problem is that when they’re at school, I don’t. I’ve tried telling them no snacks. Honestly I don’t know if I have the heart to let them sit there snack-less while the rest of their class partakes in this daily ritual. I’ve tried cutting out snacks when they get home, but we often don’t eat until 6:30 and honestly, I don’t want to deal with the whining.

My solution? Bitch about it until they’re out of school. I didn’t say it was a good solution.

Paper vs. Plastic

Paper vs. smart phone, really. I like to write things down. I like to have lists. Calendar dates, things to do, tasks, books to read, grocery lists. Though I like to write things down, it doesn’t always have to be on paper. Years ago, I started keeping a grocery list on an app on my phone. Now this app houses a list of books I want to read, gift ideas, things I need to do in the immediate future, and movies I want to see. The last one is empty, since I rarely see movies, but it’s there.

To some people I probably look like crazy texting lady while I grocery shop. In reality, I’m diligently checking items off my list aisle after aisle. Because I’ve been doing this for so long, it has become a way of life. Sometimes I see other people grocery shopping with their list apps, but I feel like more often, I see people with paper lists. I have found an abandoned list in my cart on more than one occasion, and I kind of like that it gives me an insight into someone else’s life. What are they eating? What kind of soap do they buy?

I kind of wonder–is this one more way smart phones disconnect us from the rest of the three-dimensional world, or is it just something to make our lives that much easier?

Super Sunday

I’ve never been great at introductions. I am great at eating though, and that’s my favorite thing about the Superbowl. To some, this day is a national holiday. To me, it’s an excuse to drink beer and eat junk while feeling slightly less guilty than I do on most other days when I drink beer and eat junk.

I know the Patriots are playing the Falcons today…only because I asked Alexa. The Patriots are pretty much always in the Superbowl though, so there’s nothing new and exciting there. I am not into football. I do enjoy the commercials and maybe a little of the halftime show, but to me, the Superbowl is really just a reason to get together with friends and enjoy the aforementioned drinks and junk.

Football fan or not, happy Super Sunday!