I just spent the last three hours baking 8 dozen cookies, and yes, wrapping them in individual cellophane bags. (Yes, I know this is a sickness....anyone know the name for it?)
Then, the Prince just strolled in from working late and I beelined for the grocery to nab another pound of butter and some flour. Somehow I believe that if I bring in 16 dozen cookies tomorrow the (s)mothers might just leave me off their radar for another week or two. (Did I mention the fundraising auction coming up in just 2 weeks and me with nothing to donate?)
We all know this competitive parenting situation is real -- after all, Nightline stuck one of their reporters on the topic for the last 7 months and plans to air its insights in a week or two -- but what I really want to know is: HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP!