My mom graciously offered to come take care of my daughter, Peyton, when we first scheduled her oral surgery. Peyton had two extra adult teeth, and they needed to be removed before she could get her braces.
The surgery was scheduled for President's Day, a day when we had no school. Although recovery was rough at first, Peyton bounced back and was determined to go to school the next day. My mom saw that she was not needed to stay at home with Peyton, so she decided to head back home to Indianapolis. Everyone made it to school fine, but then my mom received a frantic call from Peyton who said she'd left her lunch at home. It was important that she have her homemade lunch because she had a restricted diet of soft foods. Luckily, my mom hadn't left yet, so she could help Peyton. She looked all over the house trying the find Peyton's lunch with no luck. She finally decided to make her a new lunch. She grabbed what she called "a cute little canvas bag with dividers" out of the bottom of the pantry. She didn't notice that the bag had a picture of grapes and the name of our local grocery store on the side of the bag. She proceeded to put a container of mashed potatoes in one section of the bag, a drink in another and so on. She then dropped the lunch bag off at school, but not before sharing way too much personal information with the secretaries. She's never met a stranger.
During my lunch break, I called my mom to see how her trip home was going. She told me about getting a call from the school and packing Peyton a lunch in that cute little canvas bag. Perplexed, I asked her if the bag had a picture of grapes on the side and the name Kroger. She admitted that it did, but didn't seem to know what that meant. I explained to her what the bag is really intended to be used for, and she didn't seem to be bothered by that. I couldn't stop laughing. I wondered what the secretaries at school must have thought about our family, packing a child's lunch in a wine bag. Sometimes, it's just easier to manage life without the help of moms. To top it off, Peyton actually had her original lunch with her the whole time at school. She had taken it out of her backpack and forgotten. She found it right after she called my mom, and never called her back to cancel the lunch. Her teacher never passed on the message that a new lunch had been dropped off in the office, so the wine bag lunch sat in the office the rest of the day and into the next day until Peyton remembered to go and pick it up.