Dear Diary,
Cookie sales have come to a close and all I can say is… FINALLY! When I signed up for this role, I thought of how fun it would be to essentially be a “cookie fairy.” Passing out cookies to my daughter’s troop, having fun at booth sales and teaching these girls the value of a dollar. Guess what, that didn’t happen.
Instead, I was a cookie pack mule. Loading my car to its fullest capacity. Lugging cases of cookies up and down my basement stairs day in and day out. Parents emailing me non-stop for more and more cookies (which meant more trips to the local “cupboard”) while expecting me to live my life around their schedules when it came to picking them up.
Can we also talk about the fact my child didn’t sell a single cookie herself until the booth sale? And even then, it was like corralling a pack of wild animals (I know kids will be kids but goodness, these girls have so much energy) while trying to keep money and cookie counts in order for the almighty Council.
I really thought this would be like reliving my childhood as I have very fond memories of selling cookies back in the ’90s. My mom was my troop leader and cookie mom back then, but I don’t remember it being as complex and intense. It was fun, lighthearted, and something I learned from compared to now. So this just solidifies again how GREAT the ’90s actually were in my mind.
At the end of the day, Diary, I’m happy I was able to help and participate in something with my daughter. However, when they ask for volunteers next year, I won’t be raising my hand with zealous like before. I’ll also focus more on my daughter actually learning about the reason for the sale and why it’s important for her future.
That’s all for now, Diary. I’m sure I’ll be back when the next class party doesn’t go as planned or when sports season has me losing my mind.
TTYL,
Samara
P.S. I guess I will miss grabbing a box of Tagalongs at my leisure, but oh well…
