We need a new tooth fairy. Any takers? Seriously, I am the worst mom when it comes to remembering to take the tooth and throw some money on the bed!
My five year old has officially lost 4 teeth and 4 are currently loose. Each tooth is a huge deal to get out. The persistence, the production to get it out, the negotiating for me to wiggle on it, all for me to forget to give the kid a $1.
I swear that once it hits 9pm my brain is mush. I can’t remember a thing for the life of me. I am off duty as a mom. I have entered Netflix heaven with a bowl of popcorn on my belly while surfing Facebook statuses on my phone. The glam life……… I pretty much sleepwalk to my bedroom, checking on my girls even, still not registering that they lost a tooth and I need to slip some moola under their ballerina pillow. I fade into the deep sleep of dreaming of oceans and flowers.
Day 1 of forgetting: 6:45 – 7am – I wake to hearing my daughter open her door. I instantly hear snuffles and panic, knowing I failed. Zion, my 5 year old, climbing into my bed, crying because the tooth fairy forgot her. I say this can’t be true. I tell her to go get something in the kitchen while I run to my office/art room and hand write a note of BS, making up an excuse….. “I didn’t want to take your special treasure chest with the tooth. I will be back tomorrow on my rounds to get your tooth”. What a thoughtful tooth fairy we have! Jealous? Running into her room, I slip it on her bed, dangling off the bunk,with a $1 bill, so she would think she would have missed it. Clever. We read the note and carry on with our coffee and getting ready for school.
Day 2 of forgetting: 7am – I wake up to hearing my daughter open her door and instantly jump up, knowing I failed AGAIN! (DISCLAIMER: I worked 12 hours two days in a row= exhaustion) I tell my daughter that I bet she was crazy busy and I will contact her and explain everything on our end. Through tears, she accepts, and we go on with our day.
Day 3 – I wake up to her running over to me, happy, because her tooth fairy came and took her tooth. We celebrate. We call daddy and share the good news. We go on with our day.
I am happy to announce that the tooth now resides in safe keeping, my underwear drawer. Can I just ask all of you moms one thing? Why do we keep them? What am I going to do with them? Do you chuck the teeth or keep it? I have no plan, it just keeps going in drawers. I think they are gross and have no plans of making a charm bracelet or shadow box of these pretties.
There are so many mom fails I have on a daily basis, but let’s be real here. We are giving it our all. We are trying. We are pulling long days. We are living on little sleep, with hyper/active little people tugging on us every day. At the end of the day, I need to accept the truth. I need to hire out. I need to search google for a tooth fairy to help me out, or even use my apple watch or iPhone and use the blazing reminder app to be my brain after 9pm. Can I hear a AMEN?
Christy
