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Sunday, February 19, 2006
Bursting at the Seams...
This time of year is always busy for us here in HumidityLikeABrickWall. We usually have a lot of projects going on all at one time. For the past four or five years, we've been mired very deeply in the all-American tradition of Girl Scout Cookies.
As a mother, I'm glad to see Girl Scouts help my daughter grow in confidence and personal strengths. I'm glad of the sense of belonging and community it offers her. But every year, I hate having to try to find storage room for all those blasted cookies. I shouldn't say "blasted." I should say "the cog that turns the wheel that is our troop's finances," but I find that I'm less and less excited at the idea of shlepping around all those blasted cookies.
Don't get me wrong, I love the cookies. I love them all too much, as my enormous girth will attest. I love that my eight scouts have sold so many cookies that we will garner over $1,000 profit this year. I love that my daughter sets her goals for cookie earning, and does her best to meet and exceed those goals. and that every year, she usually does very well in the cookie sale, not only in numbers, but also in initiative and drive, and in manners.
I hate having to load and unload (multiple times) 172 cases of cookies. I hate the crushed toes when a case or three falls on my foot. You wouldn't think cookies would be so heavy, but they are. Deceptively so. I hate having to "give up" my newly furnished craft room (in what used to be Offspring's nursery lo those many moons ago) because it's full to overflowing with cookie cases.
If I don't post for a week or so, send a search team out to see if I'm caught under an avalanche of boxes. At least I won't starve while awaiting rescue.