They don't want sandwiches.   Have these children no mercy?  It's 6:30 a.m.  The first cup of coffee is barely coursing through my system.  We're playing breakfast bingo.  It goes like this:

What do you want?

What do we have?

The usual:  Cereal, eggs, waffles, leftovers...

I don't want any of that; can I have pancakes? 

No, you have to be out of bed on time to for pancakes.

Fine, I'll have cereal.  And sausage.  And orange juice.

What do you want for lunch?

Not a sandwich.

Peanut butter and pretzels or celery?  Cheese and crackers?  Do want to buy your lunch?

No...I'll have a sandwich.

Ham?  Salami?  Peanut butter and jelly?

Do you have anything else?

Cream cheese and jelly?  Tomatoes and mayonnaise?

Gross.  I guess peanut butter.  But don't put on too much jelly so that it plops out. 

Do you want me to cut off the crusts?  Halved in rectangles or triangles?

I'm not 6...what I am is tired of sandwiches.

It's the first day of school!

So?

This scenario repeats with child #2 who gets out of bed an hour later.

I'm ready for tomorrow.  Tomorrow they're getting Chicken Caesar Lettuce Wraps.  You can all bow to my pro-activity.  Then you can laugh when I tell you that it's simply leftover chicken chopped up, sprinkled with parmesan cheese and some croutons and wrapped in a romaine lettuce leaf.  Salad dressing gets squeezed in a little cup and it's a wrap.  Literally.  Toss in a beverage and a treat, and I can maybe finish that coffee...