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Competitive Cookie-making

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!

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sarah said…
perhaps Nightline's indepth report will have some tips for freeing yourself from these shackles. No worries, you'll be up that late stuffing your cookies into individual baggies, so you won't miss it..
3:27 am
Manhattan Mama said…
You're right. I'm going to try and catch it and then give some feedback on the site for all us mamas....
6:59 pm
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