The good ol’ “Elf on the Shelf” has been an increasingly popular Christmas tradition maintaining our little ones in line ’til Santa comes since 2005. But for parents, continuing the sorcery strength and stealthy moves of this lil’ fella can be quite the chore.
Texas mother Brittany Mease knows this ALL too well. Her astute children started to get a little referred when their family’s elf, Elfis, remain in the same smudge for 14 whole dates. Not wanting to raise skepticism, Brittany rapidly shed Elfis in the oven, intending to move him afterward when the kids weren’t paying attention.
Little did she know that just got a couple of weeks later, she would compensate dearly for her apparently harmless move that resulted in broken hearts, one extra-charred elf, and a hysterical commotion from her Internet spectators.
Brittany’s holiday faux pas has since become a viral excitement reminding mummies everywhere not to take this elf-ing parenting occasion too seriously. Read her amusing Facebook post in full below 😛 TAGEND
“Mom of the Year award goes to Yours genuinely. [?]
Y’all know I can’t stand doing Elf on the Shelf, but I suck it up every year and do it to interpret those precious smiles on my beautiful children’s faces.
Elfis, our elf that we’ve “ve been here for” five years, arrived on December 1st with a shattered leg–and blamed it on the girls for leaving their playthings out, “says hes” tripped and transgressed his leg; but Doc McStuffins fastened him up and put a cast on him. The greenback told the minors that he was on strict bedrest orderings and couldn’t move for 14 eras.( Mom win, right? I just got a free pass to not worry about moving that creepy guy for TWO WEEKS! Heck yeah !)
The other date, the boys noticed that it had been longer than 14 eras and he hadn’t moved; so when they weren’t looking, I grabbed him off the kitchen bar and quickly pitched him in the oven( until I could move him subsequently and not raise any surmise ). They have been waiting for him to come back for a couple periods, but life’s been a little crazy with Gray being super sick( and my life being a joke in general) so … I forgot. I gravely forgot I threw the freaking elf in the freaking oven! [?]
Today, the kids wanted leftover pasta for lunch. Gray likes it when I bake leftover pasta, because he says it savours better so that’s exactly what I did.( I will literally do anything to get him to dine right now, since he’s not had an appetite lately …)
I preheated the oven and started cleaning the kitchen. About four minutes later, I started to smell something REALLY funky; and that’s when all hell broke loose, and I break-dance my son’s heart…
In mid-conversation with Brittany, I hollered,’ THE ELF! THE FREAKING ELF IS IN THE OVEN! ’ Brittany raced in to aid me get him out, and Gray came in the kitchen with excitement( literally the happiest I imagine I’ve verified him since he got out of research hospitals) conceiving our elf was back; but his world fell apart as “were in” using kitchen utensils to get our burnt and melting elf, out of the oven.
I would have thought that with Gray being older, he would have tittered at it, but it was Ily that laughed–and Gray that got his little centre broken. I severely suck.
Sooooo … guess what I’m doing today? I’m having to scramble and find the other elf we have; and then I have to call Santa( in front of the kids) and asked about if he will please pick Elfis up tonight. Ya know, since he is unable to make it to the North pole to get fastened( because his head literally popped off from being too hot, formerly we plucked him out of the oven; and his paws are altogether melted off ).
Darn this Elf on the Shelf stuff! Wish me luck; let’s see how I get myself outta this one.
( Update: Ily was glad the elf is turn because now he can’t tell on her — She’s a mortal child .) ”