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So we’ve been out of school for one full week and change, and it’s like we never left summer at all. We’re staying up late, we’re sleeping in, we’re eating when we feel like it and making a lunch out of smoothies (with spinach and avocado, don’t freak out) and tortilla chips (organic, but still, you got me on that one).

Then, after one glorious week out of school, we turn the corner into a couple weeks of back-to-back camps. Yesterday Maddie started her Invention Camp, one week of 9-4 daily geeking out with other friends who like to make rubber duck-launchers out of taken-apart coffee-makers. My kid LOVES her some Invention Camp, so she was signed up and ready to go.

Which meant that Sunday night I had to drag out her lunch bag from where I’d gleefully stuffed it mere days before, and pack her a $@#% lunch.

I disdainfully picked up the lunch bag (which, I am sure, is perfectly nice and with which, I am sure, I’d have been friends in different circumstances. Circumstances like, say, a world where I was not a slave to that freakin’ thing five days a week. And a world where people can be friends with lunch boxes.

But I digress.)

So I disdainfully picked up the lunch bag and set it on the counter with barely-concealed contempt. Or, perhaps, not concealed at all, since I swear it sneered at me and said, “Listen, you’re not my favorite person either.”

Sigh.

I’m fighting a very strong urge to buy a week’s worth of pre-packaged yogurt and those Uncrustable things and just be done with it.

It’s not easy being green.