When my best friend Betty and I became parents, we had a laundry list of things we swore we would never do, out of fear of becoming totally "uncool".
Topping that list: We swore we would never drive minivans. Swore that we would never give up on mani/pedis. And swore we would never become "cookie pushers" at work.
Well, I guess two out of three ain't bad.
Because now that my little Ashley is a Girl Scout Brownie, I'm hawking cookies like my life depends on it.
So this is how the other half lives...
I admit, I used to secretly laugh at moms who would get into cookie selling battles at the office. The people who would cry fowl over territorial rights: "Don't sell your cookies in the sales department, and I won't try to sell mine in the newsroom."
Of course, I've always supported these moms myself. It's pretty hard to turn down Girl Scout coookies. I mean, have you ever tasted a Caramel deLight? Ever dipped a Thin Mint in vanilla ice cream? Ever dipped a Peanut Butter Pattie... in peanut butter?
My kid wants to sell a thousand boxes so she could win an iPod Nano. I told her the only way that would happen is if Mommy gives up her job for a week and we set up a booth at the local supermarket. And that's not going to happen.
I also told her we should really go out and sell the darn cookies door-to-door so she could learn a lesson about what it means to earn something in life. But with sub-zero temps in the forecast for the next couple of weeks or so, that's probably not going to happen either.
So Mommy's running around the office, hat-in-hand, schlepping cookies.
And between my two kids, my husband, my friends and my job, I'm overdue for my mani/pedi.
Hmmm.
Exactly how much mileage can you get on those minivans anyways??
