My memory is not what it used to be. (I almost wrote momory which I think is appropriate since I never had this problem BEFORE I had children.)
Anyway, one fine Monday morning before I woke my children for school, I prepared myself a lunch. It'd been awhile since I brought lunch to work, and I was tired of eating out. Not only is it expensive, but it winds up being way more calories than I need.
It's important to note that I was congratulating myself, feeling organized and in control having my lunch assembled before the kids got up. Normally I just throw a couple things in a sack as I'm dashing off to the garage to go go go. Which is why I often end up just eating out.
So, I unzip the bottom pouch of my lunch box to slip a granola bar in, but something catches my eye, so I flip it open all the way and see THIS:
The grapes I'd forgotten about had rotted into a gooey, furry mess. I took one look and tossed the whole lunch box in the trash. No WAY I was cleaning that up. EWW