Without a doubt, this was a week that sucked. So far we've had the horrible tragedy at the Boston Marathon on Monday, an earthquake at the Iran-Pakistan border on Tuesday, and a fertilizer plant explosion in Texas on Wednesday. I actually need a calculator to figure out the total number of dead and injured (I'm lazy at mental math). The US Senate voted down an already watered-down background check bill for gun purchases (the Manchin-Toomey amendment), which means even more bodies added to future death/injured tolls.
On the shallower side (far shallower, but focusing on the inane helps calm my agitation at the injustices of the world), my favorite soccer team Arsenal tied 0-0 with Everton and Manchester United managed to pull off a last minute goal to tie the score and deny West Ham a well-deserved victory. To top things off, a virus has entered our home. I've felt crappy all week and I've infected the rest of the family. Is it any wonder that I don't feel like making lunch?
This was not my week for homemade lunches with colorful fruit and interesting sandwich fillings. It was a week for school hot lunches, for bread and cheese, for bagels with cream cheese and PBJ, for Oscar Mayer Lunchables. It was a week to sit on the sofa and watch the news and explain to the kids the meaning of words like pressure cooker and fertilizer and amputation. Yes, a healthy, beautifully presented lunch shows your kids that you care, but so does a hug. This week, I chose hugs.
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