kindergarten bound

Long day at work. Got home and had to go right to Somer's "end of the year open house", or so I thought. Remembered I needed to bring a dessert, so stopped at Meijer's on my way where we grabbed some cupcakes that tasted like chemicals. Arrived at school at 6:10, ten minutes after the "start" of the open house. To my surprise, little preschool students were arranged in a row, taking turns walking up to the front to receive their diplomas while announcing what they wanted to be when they grew up. Just as Joe accepted his diploma and yelled "batman" into the microphone, all eyes seemed to turn to me while I looked down at my daughter who had on an old Christmas dress, flip flops, and star wars sunglasses. Apparently, this wasn't just an open house, but an actual preschool graduation, with grandparents and dressed up moms and dads, not to mention, their preschoolers. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Part of me wanted to cry and tell them all that I used to be a stay-at-home mom - a really good one -who was at every halloween party in full costume and blowing whistles on field day. But I didn't. I smiled as the class all seemed to yell in unison, "SOMER!" And then I laughed, and started snapping pictures. Somer was not only oblivious, but seemed to be feeling very cool, very proud in her dollar store shades, never taking them off, even to receive her diploma. Later, we ate lukewarm pizza and bagged salad with bulk ranch dressing. And then Sydney said, "No one's eating our cupcakes, Mom."

And I laughed some more.