Grenades, playgrounds, and preschool...Oh My!

There was a time where I thought this day wouldn't happen for us.  I let the poison of cancer rob me of thinking happy thoughts of Zach growing up.  2008 was by far the worst year of my life because of this.  I had to make myself get pissed at cancer to move past all those negative thoughts.  I've had to do whatever I can do in order to make cancer just go away.  And it seems to have worked.  Zach started preschool today.  This morning the simple act of packing his first lunch made me so ridiculously happy.  I can see all sorts of amazing things in his future now and I love it.

Ta-da!  I'm at school :)

We started the weekend before by preparing for today.  Went to Target and got the coolest Scooby-do lunch box you've ever seen and some juice boxes.  Also went to the park on Sunday to enjoy the break in bad weather.  I think every other parent in Cary had the same idea.  The park was filled to the brim with kiddies and their parents.  I sat down at a picnic table to finish lunch (Wendy's!) and watch Zach.  Turns out I had sat down next to two lovely grenade moms. 

You know the type.  Perfect hair, perfect made-from-scratch lunches with everything organic.  Hmmm.  This is when I wish I had my own "grenade whistle" from the Jersey Shore cast.  Would have come in handy.  All I would have needed to do was blow it and Zach and I could have ran to another part of the park where it was safe.  I could just see this innocent little lunch going so wrong.  One mom ignored me completely - even turned her back to me in case I didn't get the picture that she wasn't interested in talking to me.  Interesting.  The other mom didn't ignore me, but I wish she had. 

She made everyone eat  grapefruit slices before they could have a cupcake.  I watched her closely to see if the kids did as she told them too...maybe I could learn something here.  The little girl spat out that grapefruit all over the other pieces and shouted that she would not eat that 'stuff'...now it's getting entertaining.  Grenade goes off!  Perfect mom proceeded to scold the girl (who wasn't her child) and launch into a extremely detailed story as to why she shouldn't spit out food on everyone else's.  Wow.  I had to stop myself from starring.  

Before she turned to me and started scolding me for starring I hustled Zach outta there, but not before finishing our not so organic fries and chicken while she watched.  I can only hope Zach isn't in the same class as these kids.  Turned out we didn't have to worry this morning.  I didn't recognize any of the kids so we're all good for now. 

We get to work on Valentine's Day cards for next week when Zach gets home and I'm so looking forward to this with him.  I find myself looking forward to a lot these days with my Zach-man.  He's gotta wear shades his future looks so bright!  Oh yea!

See you guys at the CureSearch Walk on Feb. 26th!