Ok, bear with me here as I explain the backstory. I wrote this post — “Why I am not as fabulous a parent as my blog suggests" — wherein I talk about, well, just that, plus feature some pictures of EasyLunchboxes because combining two items in one compartment was the trigger for this huge tantrum that almost made me start tantruming in tandem.
Kelly Lester, the owner of EasyLunchboxes, was inspired to write up this post on her blog in response:
Most of the things you read on my website and this blog, not to mention what you see in my videos, would lead you to believe that I always wear heels and an apron in the kitchen, where I enjoy every. single. minute of packing perfectly balanced rainbow colored lunches for my children, in between sharing household and parenting tips with my fans via every social media platform on the planet. My lipstick is red and my smile is bright to welcome my husband, who sweeps in with roses from our garden which has not one piece of fence that needs mending.
[…]I often work in my pajamas till mid-afternoon, sometimes I’m so busy I don’t even wash my face till I go to bed at night (that’s so gross), I pretty much can’t stand cooking (even though I do it and I’m fairly good at it), the girls pretty much hate helping around the house , and I’m way too often short with them and the hubby. In fact, I don’t spend nearly as much time with them as I should, simply because I’m working. What’s THAT about? Of course family is more important than work she said while typing this post, listening to all of them in the other room without me.
As much as I love the pretty-pretty of parenting blogging (because that can be just as real), I appreciate the bloggers who confess, who cut away the masks and let us see parenting-as-it-is.
Incidentally, I was inspired to ask Kelly to host a giveaway of EasyLunchboxes, which has gone live today:
So how’s that for synergy? Head over to try to win a set for yourself — but do not, under any circumstances, combine two foods in a single compartment. Or you will bear the unholy wrath of a four-year-old.