Who needs a new sandwich anyway???

I'm mortified. Just mortified. Can you say child abuse? Ack! I was just emailing Dallin's teacher, confirming that I got her note asking me to send juice for their party tomorrow. I have been very busy lately and hadn't taken the time to write her a note in the take home notebook. Well, this morning I wasn't home to get Dallin off to school...I had to take my mom to a Dr. appointment and left before he was even up. This left Thom to get my boy ready for school and safely on the bus. Dallin takes lunch to school every day...no exceptions...every single day. He's a picky eater to put it mildly and he just wouldn't eat anything the school was offering. So, this isn't Thom's first rodeo, he knows that Dallin needs help getting up, dressed, teeth brushed, breakfast fed, LUNCH PACKED, the whole 9 yards. Well, I get an email back from Dallin's teacher about the juice and, oh, by the way, the lunch in Dallin's pail was from LAST WEEK, so he had hot lunch today. My facade has been crushed. I can no longer pass myself off as supermom. My child was sent a PPB&J for lunch...a petrified peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The good, and surprising news is that he actually ate that hot lunch. Hmmm, maybe this is the beginning of supermom getting a few mornings off from packing lunch. I just hope I don't have men in suits waiting at my door to take me away when I get home.