What’s that saying?
“If you love someone, set them free.”
I am going to amend that –
“If you love someone, let them sleep.” FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR MOTHER.
This isn’t a post about the hate for Elf on the Shelf. I actually kind of like the guy. I like setting up different scenarios our elf, Buddy, has gotten into during the night.
Sure, there are nights when I forget to move him. I send Scott down to move him in the morning. This is always a risk.
We don’t necessarily use Buddy as a threat that he’s “watching.” It’s the hunt. The kids love the hunt. It’s Christmas morning for 25 straight days. The level of excitement that busts through our bedroom door at 7 am flings my eyes open with only one thought – murder. I must murder Buddy with a kitchen knife. This is way too early to put my acting skills to the test.
Mommy! LOOK! Buddy blocked us in the kitchen with streamers in the doorway!
How are we going to leave the house to go to school?
Really? Like run through it?
But we might knock Buddy down.
Rip it. Here. Go.
Let’s wake up daddy first.
Go get daddy.
DADDY!!!! COME DOWN HERE! LOOK WHAT BUDDY DID!
Girls. Too loud. Too early.
One day the girls will not believe in Santa and Buddy’s existence. I guarantee they will wake up one morning and see right through my 7 am stone cold face. I am guessing I only have a few more years.
On that day, the girls will let their mom sleep until the alarm sounds. On that day, Buddy will still be on display but he won’t be getting into mischief every night.
On that day, I will have to set my girls free.