I really don’t want to have to get involved. I don’t want to be That Mom. I leave others to let their kids eat the cafeteria food (uncrustables, whatever they are; tacos; chicken nuggets; whatever) and kill myself to make sure my kid gets home-cooked food or whole-grain/natural/unprocessed/organic three meals a day. Most of the time.
On occasion, he has sweets (a lot of them we bake together), we hit Friendly’s, or All-American Burger. He has pizza once a week. At least!
I know I am something of a maniac, but I am not unreasonable. And I know people don’t always want to hear it, so I mind my own business, blog, and feed my kid my way. As a single parent who works full time, I don’t have time to try to change school policy, and I don’t have the energy to give a rat’s ass if everyone else wants to stuff their kid with junk. I am tired enough already.
But the garbage my son came home with in his backpack today has me bouncing off the bloody walls in a sugar rush of the enraged kind.
Who in their right mind thinks that is okay? And who are these people who are violating my right to feed my FIVE-YEAR-OLD the way I see fit? I don’t get in their face with my sliced apples; why are they allowed to get in mine with dextrose, maltodextrose, yellow #6 lake, etc. etc.
So…here I go. I am reluctantly dragged into being That Mom. I will be sending the some of the same photos you see here t the school principal (or someone) in the hopes of getting a “no candy” movement going. I am open to suggestions on how to approach it before I hit send (right now when I am so angry is not the right moment).
In the meantime, here are the cute cheese ravioli that I cooked (store-bought! store-bought!) in honor of St. Valentine’s Day. I understand pretty much all the ingredients on the back, so I’m cool with it. What are you eating today?
Happy Valentine’s Day!