Ok, procrastinator that I am, I stayed up until 12:30am the night before the cookie exchange making my jam thumbprints. Next morning, I put on a cute dress and leggings and get Elon looking his cutest. Even though he and I are getting over colds, I brave the rain thinking to myself, "It will be so nice to have a variety of cookies for my Christmas party without having to be responsible for baking them." I get to the party, Elon starts to play and I set out my cookies-- excitedly looking over the selection... you can probably see where this is heading.
I wonder to myself, "Did someone actually bring Chips Ahoy Cookies to exchange for homemade ones?" I'll admit, I was a little disappointed. One lady said she made the simplest fudge she could, something you microwave in a container and mix with nuts. Speaking of her sugar coated won ton noodles, a lady happily confessed that her husband had made them, and another brazenly took off the packages of her Chips Ahoy to spread amongst us.
Honestly, I know that they are busy moms. And simple recipes really don't bother me, nor do helpful husbands, or the fact that I actually ate the Chips Ahoy cookies first. What does bother me is that sometimes it seems like I'm one of the few who is actually trying to put out an effort in what I deem "womanly pursuits." Like dressing a little more special for a MOPS party, or trying to make the tastiest cookies that I can. Does that make any sense? I realize that I'm from the South where things are done a little differently and I am often overdressed. I realize too that these women excel in many other womanly areas-- such as mothering, charity work, giving, and that they are kind Christian women. I like and respect the Chips Ahoy lady, but when she pulled out those cookies that she had put absolutely no effort in, it really felt like she didn't respect me-- or the couple of other women that made handmade cookies.
Maybe it's just pregnancy hormones, but that just really struck a nerve.
If you are a party-going, sweat-pants wearin', ponytail bearin' mom, please don't be offended. I realize not everyone likes to dress up and wear makeup and that's ok-- just don't ever bring Chips Ahoy to a cookie exchange at my house ;p