In signing my daughter up for Daisies, my main motivation was the infrequency of meetings—just twice a month without the need for my involvement. However, come February, we were introduced to the cookie-selling campaign. The cookie coordinator provided us with 20 cases and assured us that the cookies would practically sell themselves. Unfortunately, winter brought the stomach flu into our home, and I soon found myself with 230 boxes to sell in just two weeks. Talk about pressure!
Key Insights from the Experience
- Initial Sales Are Pivotal: The first two weeks are crucial for sales. This is when the excitement for cookies peaks, but with illness sweeping through the household, I missed the prime window. By the time I was ready to sell, most people had already stocked up. The irony? Keebler’s Coconut Dreams are essentially the same as Samoas but available year-round.
- Cookies and Illness Don’t Mix: I thought I’d treat myself by ordering an extra case of Tagalongs, a personal favorite since my Brownie days. Six cookies in, I found myself battling the stomach flu for hours. The intended summer stash has now become a source of fear among my family, who won’t touch the remaining box.
- Consumption Over Sales: I realized I would rather indulge in cookies than sell them. For each door I knocked on, I could have enjoyed that time savoring the treats.
- Dedicated Cookie Parents are Intimidating: The seasoned cookie moms are a force to be reckoned with, equipped with marketing strategies and samples that make saying no nearly impossible. I ended up purchasing cookies from other troops just to keep up.
- Young Children’s Enthusiasm is Fleeting: My six-year-old was eager to sell until we faced a few rejections. After just seven houses, she declared she was tired and wanted to go home. It turns out that without the motivation of rewards, I was doing most of the selling.
- My Own Lack of Drive: I discovered that I lack the hustle required for effective sales. Unlike my husband, who thrives on negotiating better deals, I prefer to settle for comfort.
- Secret Cookie Stashes Exist: It seems I’m not the only one hiding cookies; my husband has a stash of S’mores cookies tucked away.
- One Cookie Leads to Many: It’s virtually impossible to limit yourself to just one cookie. Despite my intentions to pace myself, I found myself devouring multiple boxes before noon.
- Price Doesn’t Deter Buyers: I was shocked at how easily people parted with $4 for a box of cookies without a second thought. Even though I felt guilty about the price comparison to grocery store brands, they bought without hesitation, possibly due to tradition or support for the cause.
- The Cookie Mom Role is Not for Me: Keeping track of sales while managing chaos in my home proved to be too much. I quickly realized that I lacked the organizational skills necessary for this role.
In the end, we managed to sell about half of our cookies. I felt a twinge of guilt returning the unsold boxes, but at least I did so in time for booth sales. I even entertained the idea of buying them back but couldn’t convince my husband. As it stands, I still have a half-eaten box of Tagalongs and a stash of S’mores to enjoy.
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Summary
Selling Girl Scout cookies taught me valuable lessons about sales, family dynamics, and my own preferences. From the crucial first weeks of selling to the realities of cookie consumption, the experience was both enlightening and entertaining.
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