Jack's First Day, and Missoni Mania

Today is Jack's first day of preschool.

I am pretty sure it is going to change my life.

Jack gets to know his teacher

I dropped Jack off at nine this morning.  I hung his backpack on his hook and made sure he was having fun before leaving.  He didn't even say goodbye. 

Jack's fox backpack

I suppose I should be grateful I have a child who can go from filming a reality show one day to his first day of school the next with nary a protest, but surely one fond farewell glance isn't too much to ask for.

"High chair?"

After I dropped Jack off, I headed immediately to Target to hit up the Missoni for Target collection, which came out today.  It was only 9:15 and the parking lot was full of women, young and old, bracing themselves for the mission ahead: find whatever hadn't been picked over by the teeming hordes who waited in line for hours and apparently ran through the doors screaming, spending upwards of $3000 (I overheard the employees chatting).  I managed to find a few of the things Sarah asked me to look for on the phone.  I was like a freaking auction assistant checking in with my bidder: "I've got a pair of black chevron tights.  $16.  Yay or nay?  Okay, there are two sweater boxes left.  Get both?  Got it."

The worst of it all was that I found myself buying into the madness.  "Do I really need a Missoni for Target bathmat?" I had to ask myself.  The answer, quite clearly, was no, so back the bathmat went.  Of course, I could have done what many people are already doing: selling the stuff on eBay for up to five times what it's worth.  You'd think we were talking about real Missoni here, not Target-made crap.  That said, I found a really nice sweater for John, as well as a child's X-Large cardigan for Sarah (several women headed to the children's department when they saw my booty).  I also got the evil eye from a few women at check-out.  Disgraceful, they were probably thinking.  I can't blame them.  I thought the same thing about the women ahead of me.  This was truly consumerism at its worst.

I finally tore myself away and hurried home, where I managed to get in a workout, a shower (and I did my hair, miracle of miracles!  I didn't even have to worry about waking Jack up!), and now this blog post.  I'm off in a few to pick up the little man and see how things went.

And I'm already looking forward to Thursday.