|Last Days of Cookies
The end of cookie sales is always bittersweet. Like the time spent in summer camp, I kvetched in the beginning, but found myself savoring the days we cleaned cabins, and gathered phone numbers to KIT*. It seems like just yesterday The Teen and I were at her troop leader’s house, preparing to unload the truck full of cookies.
Was it really a little of a month ago that I was freezing my non existant cojones off to get cookie sales for the kickoff?
Like this (finger snap!) the sales are over.
- No more strangers demanding to see a Girl Scout, because the Teen towers over me and the vest full of badges were ignored.
- No more talk of how much cookies costs when the consumer was a kid. (The price ranges from $.25 to $2.00).
- No more sore arms from lugging cases from my car to our booth.
- No more Girl Scout math (counting out in increments of $3.50).
- No more time spent alone with my daughter, phone dead, homework completed. Guards are down and we just chat.
My free time is my own again.
Our troop leader can now reclaim her living room, and won’t have folks dropping in at all hours of the night. I’ll be able to drive with out being pulled over for a box of Thin Mints**. The Teen can resume her afternoon of perfecting her ass grove on the couch watching trash TV.
But this isn’t the end.
Now we prepare for what all those hours of cookies has brought us:
We start gathering the items needed for her trip to Hollywood. I give instructions on what she should do if she meets her future daddy*** . We begin the tour of “What Girl Scouts and cookie sales has done for me.”
I marvel at how another month has passed in a blur and how proud I am of my baby for her perserverance.
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**This happened when we were loaded with cookies. A man honked and I ran across three lanes of traffic to get him his cookies.
***With apolgies to the Mister this list encompasses Bruno Mars or Gordon Ramsay. One would sing one would cook. I’m not picky.