At work, I have to play catch-up, so at 10:30 am when my phone rings and I notice it’s from Big Mochi’s school, I immediately groan.  Usually this means she threw up or something and I have to pick her up.  Not today.  I am told she didn’t order a hot lunch and doesn’t have a cold lunch with her.  I almost yell back, “Yes, she does!  I know she had it in the car with her!”  Maybe it’s still in the car?  Baby Mochi was crying so I might not have been as reliable as I would’ve been on any other morning.  Ugh, so much for my lunch plans.  I tell the school I will deliver her lunch before 11:00.  When I get to my parking garage, her lunch is not in the back seat.  I call the school back and speak to Big Mochi:

• Me: What happened to your Lunchables?
• Mochi: I ate it for breakfast.
• Me: But Sweetie, what was that giant plate of noodles you had this morning before we left the house?
• Mochi: Leftovers!

Sometimes it feels like I’m feeding the tapeworms that must live in her tummy.  Oh well… at least we had a fun lunch at McDonald’s together!  Except that now the school thinks we must have so many issues.  First we’re getting divorced and G’s moving out, now we don’t feed our kids – cuz no doubt she told her teacher she didn’t eat breakfast, but failed to clarify that she DID eat.