I hurried home from work with my brain a big ol’ mess of thoughts.
Get V. Pick up picnic-like dinner somewhere. Zoom home. Change to ‘park’ clothes. Grab blanket. Grab husband. Picnic. Bathtime. Bedtime. Relax with no kids time.
Lots of things whirling around in there, adjusting and readjusting these plans. You know, like normal.
I zipped into Daycare to pick up V and as I entered the building, I could hear my child’s voice echoing down the hallways. The classrooms were over heated and the doors were propped open. Vince was running around wearing a skirt with yellow and black stripes that was somewhat reminiscent of a bumblebee. His hair was all sweaty and clung in little curls around his neck and forehead.
Essentially, he looked adorable.
And in his hands he held 2 huge cookies. It was 5:15 pm. And as far as I am concerned, this is an inappropriate time for cookies. Especially since we are going home and having dinner pretty much immediately.
But wait! It gets better!
His teacher turns to me and says (and I honestly cannot figure out how my head didn’t pop off instantaneously…)…
Anyways, she says: “Oh, he didn’t like the Twinkie I gave him, so we gave him cookies instead”.
I smiled and nodded dumbly and in retrospect, I think it was just shock. Shock was what prevented me from saying anything at all.
I was all contained until I called Edward and we ripped that poorly planned snack to shreds, as well as the clever people that came up with that snack idea. I mean really. REALLY. And also ‘Come On!!!’. And “What the hell?!?!”
About a week ago, I picked up V covered in potato chip crumbs. At 5:15. And another day, I picked him (5:15) as he was stuffing his face with something that looked like Doritos (Nacho Cheese flavor that stained his fingers so badly).
I also don’t consider either of those ‘school snacks’. Not for 2 year olds.
With the chips, Edward and I figured we’d let it slide. We didn’t want him to be the only kid at snacktime that was denied and then make it difficult snacktime-wise for everyone. We were trying to be flexible.
But after the Twinkie incident, that is it.
No more amendable Mummy. I will be stern-faced and possibly finger-shaking Mummy.
I feel disappointed. I feel seriously let down. I have no problem with the menu and meals that the school produces for all of the kids. It’s very thoughtfully organized, very nutritious and healthy.
So I am unsure where these late snack ideas are coming from. And I am pretty sure that no-one is thinking of what parents would think.
Or am I wrong? I’m surely not the only Mum out there who thinks this is so totally wrong? What 2 year old needs a Twinkie?!
My idea of a yummy snack is apple slices. Or possibly grapes. Or something else tasty and crunchy and healthy.
Talking with my Mum last night I told her “You don’t realize how much you are like your Mother until you become a parent yourself”. With every meal-related decision I make, I flash back to our regular trips to Health Food stores as a child. Our yogurt-covered peanuts and raisins, sugar-free gum and fruit-juice gummy bears.
Yup. I am my mother.
But regardless, I think in this situation I might be all the mothers everywhere.
So tomorrow I am trying to leave the house early so I can have some extra time with his teachers to explain my feelings regarding these crazy late snacks and their choices. If I have to bring his own snacks in for him to eat, I will.
I’ll keep you posted on my little confab tomorrow and how it went…