I have no idea what I'm going to with all this newfound freedom. For an entire month, I don't have to wonder whether there's sandwich bread in the house, snacky tradeable things, something that's a treat but not too grotesque, something that's not pb & j to put between the bread, something to drink, fruit that will not mush, no not nuts, veg that will actually come home eaten, where the hell is that bag and why are there still dirty containers in it, omg omg omg. Not to mention the perennial subtheme of "I'm raising her malnourished because she's eaten the same six things for lunch her entire life, I should change it, she won't eat it, could be worse could be the school lunch," next x.
This has not happened in years and years. All hail summer camps that provide meals and snacks.