Something strange happened last night when I dropped Riley off at Girl Scouts. I walked in like I do every other Monday but the atmosphere was different somehow. Then I hear the shouts all around me
"It's the Cookie Mom"
"Hi Cookie Mom"
on and on .. all the girls started calling me cookie mom, Riley was hanging off of me all excited. The troop leaders both rushed over to me profusely thanking me for volunteering to be this years cookie mom...
Now let me take you back about 1 1/2 weeks ago, I got an email from the troop leader asking for a volunteer to be this years cookie mom. For those of you not in the know, a Troop Cookie Mom is the one who handles the selling and all that it entails of the Girl Scout Cookies (those lovely slices of heaven that can only be purchased once a year from your cherub face Girl Scout ). Now when I received the email, it was actually sent 2 days before so in all my infinite wisdom I figured I would make an attempt and email her back , knowing of course that 2 days had gone by and I was POSITIVE that someone else would have volunteered by now. WRONG!!! No sooner did I hit the send button, did I receive an email back saying,, Thanks Kristen for volunteering to be Troop ###'s cookie mom this year, I have passed your number on to our cookie coordinator (?? umm what have I gotten myself into ?? ) and she will be calling you in regards to the training sessions in December (training sessions ?? is this like a JOB???)
So back to last night I am feeling like Angelina Jolie (minus the 6 kids ) with Brad Pitt (minus that wonky mustache he is sporting these days!) on my arm (instead of Riley hanging off of it) I left Riley off and got in the car and called my Mom, I told her what had happened and all I heard was laughter,, maniacal laughter and an "ohhh Kris,, you have no idea what you are in for", she was a troop leader back when Juliet Low was around (ooh snap, take that MOM!) Apparently it was hysterical because NO ONE ever wants to be the cookie mom , it is akin to having teeth pulled, it is the one volunteer position that basically they have to beg to fill, so I am thinking with my new found Cookie Mom powers (that I promise to use for good and not evil ) I am a superstar and I shall bask in the Cookie Mom duties and be the best cookie Mom that this side of the Mississippi has EVER seen, and next year when I see the email, I will just sent it straight to the junk mail folder!!