ok, so i broke down and got one of those creepy elf on the shelf things. seriously, these things are disturbing looking. but they kids wanted one, so…yeah.
flipped thru a million elf ideas then decided on the elf hiding in the laundry room, roasting a marshmallow over a tea light candle with marshmallows scattered all over the place. apparently it was a success, as the kids were thrilled that they found him and totally loved what he was doing. (yay me)
my first regret over the stupid effin elf: the kids came and loudly expressed this thrill and excitement to us AT 6:37 THIS MORNING (sunday), scaring the crap out of us.
how many more days til the freaky little shit can go away again?
both kids were [oddly] dressed for Christmas eve service 2 hours early. of course they were both wearing short sleeve dresses and open shoes, and of course for once it’s like 40 degrees outside. but whatever.
6yo: we’re leaving in 7 minutes.
daddy: no, we’re leaving at 7. the service is at 8.
[5 minutes later] 6yo: we’re leaving in 8 minutes.
daddy: no, we’re not! we’re leaving at 7!!
6yo: [10 minutes later] we’re leaving in…
daddy: WE’RE NOT LEAVING FOR AN HOUR. STOP IT!
8yo: you do realize that the 8 pm service won’t be over until 10.
8yo: well that’s too late!!
me: …coming from the child who constantly wants to stay up until midnight?!?
8yo: 10 pm is too late. I NEED MY BEAUTY REST!!!
me: [cracking up] um, yeah.
we made it through the service without 8yo asking once when it was over. however, 6yo repeated that she was bored about 15 times in the last 45 minutes and did her dead level best to set her finger on fire with the candle for candlelight vigil. [sigh]
MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!