I think the Four Mom llunches for hubby was one of the subjects that most displayed how very individual we all are.
I make fancy lunches, but I do not get up and see my husband off with a kiss.
Kim's learned a lot about lunches over the years and says her lunches aren't fancy, but she makes me ashamed because she gets up and sees her man off in the morning.
Kimberly tries to make sure her husband has snacks in the car, and Connnie's never once had to make her husband a lunch.
The Church Mouse's husband works from home, so she shared some hilarious family stories related to lunches.
Homesweet Grown's husband really prefers PBJs, but they've also worked out a system that works for them.
Let me share a funny lunch story, too- it's not mine, it's a friend's.
When she married her beloved, she carried on the family tradition of putting little love notes in his lunches. Only he never commented on them- never even left them in his lunchbox for her to tenderly and sentimentally save. She continued to faithfully make him his lunches and leave lovenotes in them, but as weeks passed with no comment, no word of appreciation, she grew a little less tender about it.
At some point, she burst into tears and asked him why he didn't appreciate the love notes she sent him with his lunch.
He was dumbfounded. What love notes? He never got love notes in his lunches, ever.
Indignantly, she insisted that of course, he did so, every single day, faithfully. Every morning she made his sandwiches with loving hands, and with those same loving hands, secretly placed the lovenote in her special hiding place in his lunchbox.
His sandwich. Which he ate, lovenote and all, without really noticing. Sometimes he thought she was careless about leaving the wrapping attached to the meat or cheese, but being a newlywed, he bravely ate it without complaint.
Communication- it's a beautiful thing. Otherwise, you're sweetly writing flowery love notes and stuffing them in a sandwich your beloved is bravely chowing down on, too loyal to suggest you're a rather sloppy sandwich maker.
How many times have you thought you were doing something sweet and wonderful, but your lack of communication and your delivery method just made the whole thing fall flat?
I love the love note story! It reminds me of one from my parents' newly-wed days:
ReplyDeleteWhen my parents were dating, dad would have dinner with mom's parents and once they had sloppy joes. Dad complemented grandma several times, telling her how wonderful they were, and so on. After they married, mom decided that since dad loved the sloppy joes so much she would make them once a month for dinner (it may have even been every 2 weeks, I can't remember). After two years or so, dad finally told her he doesn't care for sloppy joes, and never did, and the night at the family dinner he was only being polite!
A friend of mine was always confused and a little frustrated when her sweetheart would make her a sandwich out of the end pieces of bread,leaving the rest of the loaf untouched or taking middle slices for himself. Eventually she learned that, growing up, he had always competed with his siblings for the end pieces, and they were a prized food in his family. He thought he was being generous and she thought he was being rude.
ReplyDeleteThey are married now, so they did figure out how to talk about things like that.
My friend, who is not only very nearsighted but is also NOT a morning person, tries to make her husband's lunch in the morning without waking up fully. (That way, she can sneak back between the covers and catch a few more zzz's after he leaves.) Therefore, she doesn't turn on the kitchen light, nor does she put her eyeglasses on.
ReplyDeleteIt usually works out fine. The notable exception is the time that, instead of putting in the baggie with John's sandwich, she put in the baggie of deer hair that her boys had collected in the woods.
(I think John skipped lunch that day!)