Its award season (side note, Ricky Gervais and the Golden Globes? Snoozeroo. Bring back Neal Patrick Harris please.). I love award season. I love to predict the winners, make fun of the losers, and marvel at the stars stylists. I have noticed also as of late, that I am having my own "performances" with lots of "drama", very little "comedy", no "makeup" as if it came straight out of a "screenplay" particularly in the realm of parenting.
I approach the door cautiously. Abbie locked it. Super against family rules to lock doors at night. Wonder if she's onto me and has figured out how things "work".
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Grab piece from Sesame Street Domino Game to try to pick the lock. Unsuccessful. Cardboard ends have been chewed. Useless.
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Rummage around in mule chest and find old baby spoon. Try not to analyze why there's a spoon in my bedroom. Have never fed kids solids in my room.
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Breathe a sigh of relief that I don't have to shimmy my way under the bed to find the tooth pillow. I mean, seriously. Look at all the child needs to have around her when she sleeps. Feel happy she rigged a little system to make the pillow more accessible.
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Relief turns to annoyance when I realize that she has MacGyvered a trap with shoelaces that are attached to her arm. If you pull on them she will wake. I KNOW. Getting way too smart for me.
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Ha.Ha! Find that although she may be smart she's a lousy knot tye-er. So I am easily able to detatch the pillow along with the note inside and tooth. Note says "Dear Tooth Fairy, How are you doing. You are relly grate. I love you! Love Abbie.
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Make the exchange
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Crap my pants when middle child asks "What are you doing". Strike that. Crap my pants AND get startled so I threw the tooth somewhere when middle child asks "What are you doing"
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Think fast and grab water on dresser and reply "I thought you might need a drink." Ignore accusing eyes over the water cup.
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Go to bed with the knowledge that I've probably blown the tooth fairy for not 1 but 2 of my daughters. Clearly I am a show in for the WPM award today. Now about my speech.
I also love a good blog theme, right? So I give you: The Award for Worst Parenting Moment: Day 1: Nearly Blowing the Whole Tooth Fairy Thing or it was all a dream, sleep on
I approach the door cautiously. Abbie locked it. Super against family rules to lock doors at night. Wonder if she's onto me and has figured out how things "work".
Grab piece from Sesame Street Domino Game to try to pick the lock. Unsuccessful. Cardboard ends have been chewed. Useless.
Rummage around in mule chest and find old baby spoon. Try not to analyze why there's a spoon in my bedroom. Have never fed kids solids in my room.
Breathe a sigh of relief that I don't have to shimmy my way under the bed to find the tooth pillow. I mean, seriously. Look at all the child needs to have around her when she sleeps. Feel happy she rigged a little system to make the pillow more accessible.
Relief turns to annoyance when I realize that she has MacGyvered a trap with shoelaces that are attached to her arm. If you pull on them she will wake. I KNOW. Getting way too smart for me.
Ha.Ha! Find that although she may be smart she's a lousy knot tye-er. So I am easily able to detatch the pillow along with the note inside and tooth. Note says "Dear Tooth Fairy, How are you doing. You are relly grate. I love you! Love Abbie.
Make the exchange
Crap my pants when middle child asks "What are you doing". Strike that. Crap my pants AND get startled so I threw the tooth somewhere when middle child asks "What are you doing"
Think fast and grab water on dresser and reply "I thought you might need a drink." Ignore accusing eyes over the water cup.
Go to bed with the knowledge that I've probably blown the tooth fairy for not 1 but 2 of my daughters. Clearly I am a show in for the WPM award today. Now about my speech.
Comments
--Sean
That girl is too smart..it's her, not you!
Rad post.
that girl is way too smart for her own good.
now are you going to feel bad when she is old enough to be told and she finds out you were lying all along? just wondering because i have a major lied complex right now. santa was almost non existent at our house this year because i couldn't pull the lie!
thanks for the laugh!