This post originally appeared on The Allergy Kid and has been republished with full permission.
If I had a dollar for every time I whipped out a Tupperware container to incredulous gasps, I’d be packing my lunch in a Faberge egg. “How do you do it? You must be so disciplined!” people cry, like I’ve managed to manipulate the space-time continuum and locate an extra 30 minutes that no one else has access to. The reality is it’s much easier to pack a lunch than you think, even if you’re working three jobs and have nine children. It’s all just a matter of priority.