Apples, anyone?

I was a little out of it when I packed Sam's lunch this morning.

I work Sunday nights until about midnight, then I drive 45 minutes home, try to get to sleep within about an hour, and then get back up again about 7 a.m. So I'm naturally a little sleepier on Monday mornings.

But I forced myself to get up today, get Sam's breakfast, get Noah out of bed, get him breakfast, pack Sam's lunch, double-check her folder to make sure we didn't miss any homework, write out a note to the school nurse so Sam could take some Triaminic for her cold if she needs it (that's another post coming shortly), make sure Sam got dressed in something that matched and didn't have feathers or other princess-esque accessories, and get her out the door to the bus.

Only now did I consider the fact that I packed her three peanut butter cracker sandwiches (she won't eat bread right now), applesauce and -- uh, well, apples.

I remember I had an apple and a bag of pretzels on the counter side-by-side, and I remember thinking, "Why would I give her pretzels if I can give her a fresh apple slices?"

Duh.

$10 says she doesn't notice. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.