I just had an incredibly disturbing parental moment. Don’t let the title fool you, this is not the first time I’ve been disturbed by something parental. Parenting is disturbing from the moment you start vomiting because your body is trying to adjust to the alien being living inside of you. Then there are the sleepless nights, umbilical stump removal, projectile pooping, food flinging… and that’s all early on. I’ll stop there though because I know a few expectant moms read my page and I don’t want to further upset them…
But today, minutes ago, just now I was disturbed in a whole new way. I have a busy day ahead of me and for 20 minutes I had nothing scheduled so I thought I would be super prepared and get K’s ballet gear laid out on her bed and check to make sure her shoes are in her ballet tote. Yay me. I located her leotard and pink tights, laid them out. Made sure I had plenty of hair bands and bobby pins ready to get her hair swept up into the requisite bun. That’s when it happened…
I opened up her ballet bag to check that her shoes were in fact where they should be and I saw two little food containers were tucked into the bag with her shoes.
Dread.
We always take snacks with us to ballet. She has to hurry to her class right after school so she often snacks on the way there and then again on the way home. My kid is a big fan of healthy snacks: craisins, crackers, carrots and apples are her favorites. When I saw the containers I hoped against hope that it had been a crackers and craisins kind of day when those containers were left in there.
You see K was sick last Thursday… so no ballet. I hadn’t looked in her bag for 2 weeks. A shiver as I reached in and grabbed the first container and it FELL OPEN spilling out ROTTEN CARROTS and ROTTEN CARROT SLUDGE!!!
OMG
From now on I am only giving my daughter things packed with artificial preservatives that will maintain their shape and texture for years. Things with a half life. We’ve never left a snack in her bag before. NEVER…
I really hope I recover.
CamiKaos 
there’s a support group for this kind of thing, it’s called martinis
that’s nasty.
Mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… sorry Cami, but it reminded me of something. Damien went through a phase where he didn’t eat his school sandwiches at all- but I wanted him to- so I was very happy if he came home with an empty lunchbox.
And then I found a suitcase full of old sandwiches under his bead! Weeks and weeks worth of sandwiches!!