I had the TV on the other night and this commercial came on - okay - let me interrupt myself here to remind all of you how much I dislike commercials. I do not care for the way commercialism assumes I am lazy, dumb, insecure, gluttonous or easy. That said, when I see an ad for a new type of lip gloss I find myself obsessing over getting some new lip gloss. So, yes, I am easy but I don't like it that the commercial industry has figured that out.
So this commercial comes on and since I'm not going to endorse the product this commercial was promoting, I'll just call it the Dunk Your Doughnut store. Okay? So in this commercial, a grown man is delivered a bagel sandwich at his job by his mother. He says, as if he is in 5th grade, "You made me a sandwich for lunch?" and the mom says, "No, the Dunk Your Doughnuts store made it but I wrote the note." and then do you know what I think?
Crud! I totally have been forgetting to write Wolfie notes and putting them in his lunchbox! I so wanted to be the mom that did that and I did, for about two weeks, when Wolfie started 1st grade.
Seriously? The Dunk Your Doughnuts store commercial made me feel like a crummy mom? Usually commercials make me feel like an awesome mom! I'll see a commercial for baby formula and think, "I'm still nursing my 35 month old - suckers!" Or I'll see a commercial for one of 6,000 types of over the counter or prescription drugs and I'll think, "I just ate a spoonful of honey, rubbed some eucalyptus on my neck and taped a clove of garlic in my ear - suckers!"
Now, if I write a note to Wolfie and slip it into his lunchbox, the lunch time helper mom is going to think I got the idea from that dumb Dunk Your Doughnuts store commercial. She probably has better lip gloss than me too.
I think I'll fold up an origami crane which will flap it's wings if you gently pull on it's tail and put that in his lunchbox instead.