Monday, November 28, 2016
So somewhere along the line someone decided that just threatening our kids that Santa is watching wasn't enough, but instead they need a visual for dramatic effect. They wrote a cute story, created a creepy doll, and Elf on a Shelf was born. Naturally, so that I am not a failure as a mother, I had to jump on board and get one. So some time about 4 years ago, we got our elf. Kate named her Snowflake Jingle Bells, because, of course she did.
Anywho, Snowflake appears after Thanksgiving and hangs out until Christmas causing all kinds of mayhem and mischief. Sounds adorable, right? Wrong. False. This little bugger causes anxiety and sadness, because I wake up in the middle of the night and realize that I have almost failed yet again as a mother because Snowflake still needs to be moved.
And then there are the days I don't wake up and remember............and cue in #momfail.
This morning the kids woke up, the day after Snowflake arrived back at our house, and they rushed downstairs to see where she was today. Only, oops, she is exactly where she was yesterday. Seriously?!?!?!? I didn't even make it a day this year before screwing this up?!?! Geez.
Sorry, kids. The truth is, you were so bad yesterday that Snowflake probably decided to give you a second chance before she reported to Santa. Er.....uh......something like that.
Needless to say, I am over compensating for tomorrow (see picture below).
Get it together Snowflake.