Sometimes I go a bit overboard with the notes I put in my husband's lunches.
Perhaps my words will be too mushy. Or my silly drawings will be too embarrassing. But, I still do them. Because, when you're packing your husband's lunch and are desperately tired, you don't have much time to re-think things. You just go with it.
And here's what my husband got the other day:
Yes, it's overkill. My intelligent husband should be fully capable of figuring out what to do with the enclosed paper plate. What was I thinking?! This mama needs more sleep!