If I could take myself into a dark alley and kick my own ass, I totally would cause I seriously dropped the parenting ball the other night (once again). Yes, I completely failed my duty as the Tooth Fairy, y'all. Now I know that plenty of people have said that they, too, have forgotten a tooth here and there, but I swore that I would never ever forget! And I have to say that my record was quite stellar. But now? Well now I kind of suck.
In my defense, though, there should totally be a law that says that kids can't lose their teeth when all hell's breaking loose right at bedtime. Cause that's precisely when my daughter decided to yank out her tooth. And in the chaos of getting everyone in their rightful resting place for the night, both my husband AND I completely forgot about the whole freaking fairy gig.
The next morning, she brought her untouched tooth downstairs with a very sad look on her face to announce that the Tooth Fairy had forgotten her. (*ugh*) You could've sucker punched me right in the gut, and it would've felt better than what I was experiencing at that exact moment. A series of f-bombs combined with a whole lot of guilt were threatening to make my head explode into a zillion little pieces. But I put on my best poker face and told her that I would have Clyde, our Elf on the Shelf, check into it because I was sure that they were buddies. (Stop laughing -- I was under serious pressure, people!)
So that day while she was at school, I scrambled trying to figure out how the heck to get outta this one. You see, my kids are right on the cusp of not believing in Santa, the Tooth Fairy, or the Easter Bunny, and all be gosh darned if I wasn't gonna do whatever it took to keep it going just a little bit longer! So naturally, I found myself wandering through the toy store and coming home with yet another damn stuffed animal/consolation prize.
And I also wrote this:
Seems to have done the trick -- fingers crossed that it worked well enough to keep the faith alive.......