Cookies. Cookies, cookies, cookies. My life for a little over two months now has been all about Girl Scout cookies. Dude, I even dreamed about them one night. It was a weird dream but it was a night of restless sleep and weird dreams so I am not too concerned…it’s not like I haven’t dreamt about other things that have happened in real life before. As long as I don’t talk in my sleep, I am okay.
This weekend was spent finishing up the very last days of cookie sales. Saturday the girls and John did a split shift at a booth, while I ran between that booth and another one our troop was doing. Along for the ride was Miss R, my buddy-and she did great. The poor four year old child was in the car, in her car seat for over six hours with only a couple of breaks (including lunch). She did wonderfully.
Of course by the end of the night she looked like this:
But then again, I think we looked like that, whether we were sleeping or not. By the time midnight rolled around I could barely think straight. And I had to be up early again Sunday morning to….you guessed it...get more cookies! So of course it was Daylight Savings Time, the one night we lose an hour of sleep. Awesome. Great. Fantastic! Not. When I pulled into the driveway of the “cookie cupboard” the mom in charge looked like I felt. Tired, worn out and so ready for this to be done.
To everyone who bought cookies this year, not only from my girls or their troop but any girl scout, thank you, thank you, thank you. It is very much appreciated and welcomed. The money raised goes to helping the girls go places and do things that wouldn’t be possible without the cookie sales (or a Sugar Daddy…so anyone who wants to volunteer for that position, let me know!).
However…to the next person who says to me “you should sell these all the time!”, I am going to shoot you. These are girls. Children. And their families. We are not a business, we are not a store. And if you think the Girl Scouts as a corporation, the service units as franchise owners, the troops the stores and the girls the sales clerks-who are making a “commission” in form of incentives-this is gets complicated-fast. I will give the Girl Scouts credit-they have this down to a science.
I don’t think my own girls did too badly. For their first year they sold quite a few, and even though our families are scattered around the country we had a lot of familial and friendly support. And they both spent time at cookie booths, in the cold and wind, standing there asking a dozen times if people wanted to buy things that will ruin their diets and make their doctor’s mad at them for eating.
I will admit that last night around 10:30 I was sitting on the sofa and just let out a deep sigh, happy the madness will soon be over. Now we move onto the next crazy thing-Spring and family visits and preparing for summer.
But to paraphrase the movie that’s been floating around in my head for over two weeks…”Cookies are done dude!”