These Cookies and Cream Cupcakes are full of surprises! From the cookie in the bottom to the cream filling, they are over the top delicious!
I realize that I’m a fairly young person who doesn’t have a lot of life experience yet, but I can say with a fair amount of certainty that I have been through more than my share of stressful situations.
But I can assure you that nothing prepares a person for the stress of the morning drop-off/pick-up line at the elementary school.
Mostly because I don’t do well under pressure.
Neither, apparently…does my son.
Because somehow, this sweet boy who manages to be “finished with dinner” before I’ve even sat down at the table, promises that he washed his “ENTIRE body” after a two minute shower, and has his room “clean” in ten seconds needs NINETY EIGHT YEARS to open the door and get out of the car.
And everyone knows that a second of real time equals almost an hour in line drop off time. So, I’d say that ninety eight years is actually being quite generous.
come up with a system that I never EVER stray from:
1. I remind my son to unbuckle and put his backpack on right as we coast slowly towards the end of the car line. I say it all nice and friendly, but deep down, I’m already fighting the nervous tremors.
2. I press the unlock button to make sure the door will be ready when it’s his turn to get out. Actually, I press it about nineteen times, just in case it didn’t work the first eighteen. Also, I just need something to do with my nervous, anxious hands.
3. While we are waiting in line, I have my son give me an ADVANCE kiss and hug goodbye. This is important because kiss and hugs take precious time that I won’t have to waste once the drop off is actually in progress.
4. As I pull to a designated kid-letting-out spot, I tell my son goodbye and that it’s time to get out.
And this is where things get tricky. My son now begins looking around the car. Does he already have his backpack on? Did he remember his lunch? Is there another mini muffin left in the bag on the dashboard? Is his iPod charged so he can play Minecraft when he gets out of school? Did he remember to have me sign some random form that he forgot about until THIS VERY MOMENT?
You know…all the important things he didn’t do while he sat on the couch watching cartoons all morning.
And that’s when people start judging me.
I know they are. I can feel their judgment glares boring holes in the back of my seat while my son slooooowly makes his way out of the car.
I’m holding up the line. I smile at my kid and ask him to please hurry I love you but people are judging us have a good day i love you hurry up hurry up hurry up what are you looking for why are you tying your shoe NOWWWW hurry up people are waiting oh my gosh I’m having a heart attack.
I’m begun researching other drop-off methods.
Could I buy a small plane and drop him with a parachute right in front of the school door?
A circus cannon? I mean, as long as there was like…a pile of feathers or something for him to land in once I shot him out it would probably be okay. Right?
Maybe dig a tunnel that leads from my yard to the inside of the school? I’d have to hire someone to dig the hole since I’m allergic to being outside and sweat, but surely it can’t be that expensive.
This is too stressful for me to even think about anymore.
Let’s talk about cupcakes, want to?