To all those who might see my children today:
Yes, I know it looks white-trash to send my kids to school with their lunch in large plastic grocery bags. Please know that I have purchased them several very cute and socially acceptable lunch bags throughout the year and I am refusing to buy anymore for them for the next month, hoping they will find their old ones.
Yes, my son is wearing the same pair of pants for 3 days in a row now. It isn't that we don't own pants, it is that he decided to wad all his dirty pants into a ball and shove them in the corner of his closet while I meticulously caught up on everyone else's laundry. I sent him to school in his 3rd day in a row pants because they didn't smell as bad as the closet pants and I have a full load of size 8 boy pants twirling in my dryer as I type this.
Yes, I am fully aware that my daughter is wearing a very large, not so nice looking men's black hoody with a broken zipper. Please know that she owns 2 very nice coats, a purple down coat and a pink woolen one. But I wore a beat up army jacket to school despite my mother's chagrin so I'm considering this fair payback.
Yes, Pablo's teacher, it does look like I'm too poor to pack a decent sized lunch for my son. No, I'm not too poor, and no I'm not trying to starve him. I have learned that my son does not like to eat at school because you have a silly rule that after they are done eating they can go outside for recess. In my son's head this translates to, "the less I eat the more time I get to play." To avoid the wasted food I have taken to packing him a small lunch that he is required by me to eat and then I have him eat more when he gets home.
Yes, landlord, I was in my bathrobe and my living room was messy when you decided to knock on my door unannounced at 10:30am yesterday. Please know that I was up the entire night with a boy who was puking out of control and was so busy washing blankets and towels, getting my kids off to school, stopping fights between my stay at home kids, and feeding, changing, diapering a baby that I had yet to even look in a mirror. If you wouldn't mind calling just 15 minutes before coming over, to talk about the mold problem you still haven't fixed (it's only been 2 years, but I'm not counting), I would be able to make myself more presentable.
Now, dear world, if you don't mind, I'm going to go eat some leftover Chinese food for breakfast and I'd appreciate it if you'd just look the other way and pretend I am eating the V8 and grapefruit I have sitting on my counter. Thank you so much.