Lunchboxes

I’m fairly sure that people who sell lunchbox recipe books must know that, in Australia at least, January may be the second-best time for sales, as parents are gathering ammunition for the lunchbox campaign. But then there are mums like me, who maybe think they know what they are doing for lunches for kids, who are all smug about having systems in place for prepping and freezing sandwiches and healthy sweets, who have all that upended as the reality kicks in of a preppie who doesn’t eat sandwiches and there’s only a certain time for eating before you get to play and who wants to miss out on playing just because of some boring basic necessity like food? Not any kid I know. 

So. A brief recap because that is what I like to do. When C started school, I didn’t want to do just sandwiches. Also, I was really worried about her eating anything at all because she could take a ridiculously long time to eat anything. Like, two hours for a muffin. She scored mini quiches and savoury muffins and filled croissants and all sorts of things, but it turned out what she really liked were sandwiches. I can’t remember if it was the start of grade 1 or 2 for her – I do remember I was slightly peeved that it had taken me so long to work it out – I got onto freezing sandwiches, and had a nice little flow of getting a loaf of bread and making three sandwiches to freeze. I had my way of lunch prep, and I could fill her lunchbox in about 18 seconds on the way out the door, as it turned out. C has been an ok lunch eater, and this year she has turned into an amazing lunch eater.

E started out well. Corn thins and a yoghurt would be more eaten than Biscoff love heart sandwiches, but generally she retuned empty or near-empty lunchboxes for the first two weeks. Then week 3 happened, where I discovered they start the routine of eat then play (instead of careful eating away from the rest of the school before playing just in the prep area), and I swear in week three her total food intake amounted to half a Biscoff sandwich, a bite of pancake with homemade raspberry and chia jam, three pieces of popcorn and a pickle. Oh wait. And a packet of Bluey Poppeasys every day, and a serve of fruit each day.  And a packet of tiny teddies. For a girl who does a walk of a mile each morning to get to school, and comes along to dancing for C two days a week, and does Irish dancing herself one day a week and has to walk home three days a week and does 90 minutes of dancing on a Saturday, this was not enough. 

Coincidentally, in week three I also just happened to find a number of posts in my feed for lunchbox recipes and ebooks. I looked. I investigated. My finger hovered over the Add to Cart button a few times. I bought one. Okay, fine, I bought three from the same company, but one was for lunchbox recipes, another was for bliss balls, and the third was party food and ideas, and as this was right before the “simple party just a birthday cake”, and as C will be having a birthday party in a few weeks, and S really wants a proper … you get the idea. But they were all greatly reduced in price so, you know. I have no regrets.

Also – proud mum moment here – I actually listened to what E told me at the end of week 4. “I can’t eat all that food”. A brain cell perked up and I realised she was suffering from too much eyes. You know when they’re ridonculously tired and have been active all day and you want to feed them up at dinner to replenish all that expended energy so they don’t wake up at 4.43am absolutely ravenous and ready for the new day, but what happens is they look at the normal serve of dinner in front of them and can barely manage a bite because this looks like too much of a job for their brains to handle and instead of eating even a little bit they get overwhelmed and don’t eat anything. 

Week 5, I had some new recipes, and I also reduced by about half what I put in the lunchbox. Mostly success! E really doesn’t like pancakes, though – actually, she never has, now I think about it – and two mini muffins in one compartment was still too much. Weeks 6 and 7, I am very smugly proud to report, have returned entirely empty lunchboxes for E and almost entirely empty lunchboxes for C. 

It has been a bit of a mental exercise for me to work out E, but – have I mentioned she is very different from C? – I go more for categories for her, and balance out the nutrition across the lunchbox. So. She is my crunch-lover. I aim for something crunchy, something protein, something sweet. Like, a corn thin and a yoghurt pouch, veggie straws and a flower sprinkle cookie. Or mini chicken drumsticks, baby cucumbers, and a mini chocolate chip and raspberry muffin. Or pea crisps and pickles and chocolate chickpea slice. Last week she asked if I could please also include poppeasies and as nothing has come home in the lunch bag, we’re good. That may continue.

This whole escapade has also boosted my happy super mum cup. By that I mean, I have been feeling more like a good mum – like the mum I always thought I would be and definitely wanted to be but lots and lots of things got in the way – and making loads of this myself. Caramel popcorn. Bread. Yoghurt bread. Flower sprinkle cookies. Banana oat chocolate chip cookies. I have found it possible to make the time to make the food. Partly, I am beginning to discover (as my oldest is about to turn 8, so that does deflate the new super mum feelings somewhat), as my focus is on calm and happy that then helps my girls be calmer and happier. And, admittedly, letting them watch a movie or some shows while I get things done in the kitchen helps. It helps.

So this weekend – which had birthday parties both mornings AND insistence from S about what I make as presents – I made the banana oat peanut butter cups that I love, green chocolate chip muffins, yoghurt bread, salted caramel popcorn and salted popcorn. There are still flower sprinkle cookies, blueberry bliss balls (try saying that three times in a row), banana oat choc chip cookies, chocolate chickpea slice and blueberry buckle available. I’ll make some more sandwiches with the yoghurt bread and then I guess I’ll be making another bread soon as we are out. Which makes me immensely happy. 

I still have to think when doing E’s lunches. I haven’t made it to the auto phase just yet. But super organised mum me is also planning a visual aid to help speed it up. Of course.

Catching Up – July/August 2025 Edition

I just counted, and I have seven posts begun but not posted. That is, begun recently and not posted. Writing has been hard to do. Checking what I’ve written before I post has been, apparently, very hard to do. I often have a crying S wanting me to give her bum pats from just after 4am, and even though she settles quickly, I am not allowed to *stop* giving her bum pats. Eventually, I am permitted to lie down on the little sofa – you know those little foam ones? – which is proving less and less comfortable. But I take what I can!

A brief highlights reel from the last month or so.

The girls all had haircuts. For S, this was her first time. E and C had previously asked for “Mummy cuts”, and E had been asking (at wildly inopportune times) for another cut for ages. Eventually one weekend we did it. S had been asking for a haircut, too, and as she had masses of curly hair – think Merida from Brave – then I thought it would be wise. Especially as brushing hair was her least favourite time of the day. So she had a haircut, too, and then looked at me reproachfully for a couple of days with “You cut my curly hair”. I can tell how untrained the haircuts are, but as one of their friend’s mums got in touch the other day to ask where we go, maybe they’re not so terrible after all.

I redid the girls’ bedroom. During the school holidays, C led the way in “making a big mess”, as S recounted over the next few weeks. All the clothes were pulled out of the shelving in the wardrobe and all the books brought into the room and all of it was all over the floor along with whatever toys they felt like adding to this mix and, after leaving the scene and doing some kettle bell work (that whole heavy work thing helps so much for me), came back and asked C WTF. I mean, sorry, WHYYYYY. And it turned out that she just didn’t like how they had their clothing in shelves in the wardrobe. As that had been a “We’ll see how we go with this” solution at the time, I agreed to sort out something new. Something new turned out to be the shelving in the wardrobe coming out and holding books in their bedroom, and a new set of drawers in between the bunk beds and the cot. Where my desk used to be. 

So, related, I no longer work in the girls’ room. I currently set myself up at the dining table and pack everything up into our bedroom when not working. No, this is not ideal. However, the payoff has been calmer girls. Their room is less crowded. E’s way of getting into bed is far easier. Having books in their room has meant I often walk past and see all girls reading quietly or playing library. Once one of them is ready in the morning they are more likely to pick books over fighting over the little annoying junky toys which I hate with a passion but keep somehow coming into our household to be fought over. They have a calmer room and they are calmer. It was a tradeoff in my working environment that is well worth it.

I had a birthday. It was absolutely lovely. I mean, it started abruptly at 4.12am with a vomiting S who then was AWAKE but that just meant more birthday to enjoy, right? I had cuddles and snuggles so, yes. I even managed a 15-minute nap on my own! That is to say, I was on my own in bed for about 12 and a half minutes before one girl after another came in and then it was just funny and my favourite photo of the day is one Glenn took of me with my three girls all in the bed together. Glenn made me fantastic food all day and took the girls to the shops for a whole hour and a half and it was bliss.

C started an extra Irish dancing class a week, leading up to maybe doing a competition. Now I have to finish work early on a Monday and take her off to class, which I really enjoy. It makes it a bit tricky with work, but not overly so. Speaking of dancing, I have finally made inquiries about E (and realistically, S) starting ballet. Wow. That is such a big statement for so few words. They are both also really keen for Irish dancing, but logistically I just can’t make that work before they start going to school. E has been proving herself to be – for a long time, this is – a beautiful and enthusiastic dancer. Not just ballet, either, although about a year ago the daycare teachers were just assuming she was having lessons because of the way she would play. She will also just start dancing like she is onstage with a rock band or – yeah it’s usually rock for her, but one of my favourite E quotes from recent times was after C and I had asked Siri to play some Paris Combo. After a bit, E came to me in the kitchen and asked, “Mummy what IS this music? It’s making my bum want to dance”. So I am super hoping that she will be able to start ballet as well as jazz and tap.

This last week has been bonkers. Book Week. S’s birthday. School Fair. I have been feeling like SuperMum all week, which has been nice but also just a teeny bit stressful with getting everything done in order to fee like SuperMum. I was going to give a big Book Week rundown but might save that for another post. (I shared my sewing in my @annalikesmaking Instagram if you’re on the gram and want a peek). But, I sewed a dress and a cape for S to be Anna from Frozen, as well as doing an enormous amount of paid work, as well as S having a birthday (VERY lowkey), as well as baking a slice for the school fair, as well as restocking the freezer with baked oatmeal and brownies and muffins. Then taking the girls to the school fair ON MY OWN because Glenn had a gig for Friday and Saturday. Goodness me. I am finishing this on Sunday morning and I am very, very hopeful I can take the girls to church so they don’t bicker at home and I can get some time for me and talk to some grownups possibly about not-children and not-school and just BE in that space. Our whole family needs it.