When I was a kid, I loved writing a letter to Santa on Christmas Eve. I always asked for the gifts I wanted, wished him a Merry Christmas, and told him about the flavors of cookies I'd left.
Kids nowadays do something a little different: They leave notes with the Elf on the Shelf, who transport them back to the North Pole for Santa. The Elf also reports back about the kids' behavior.
Since the Elf goes back to the North Pole every so often, he sits in a different place in the house when he returns. Of course, parents often give the Elf a bit of help when it comes to moving around the home.
Well, one mom who tried to make Christmas special for her kids with the Elf on the Shelf had a bit of a disaster. Brittany Mease realized she hadn't moved the Elf in a while, so she quickly tossed him into the oven before forgetting about him.
Brittany shared her story on the Facebook page Love What Matters, where it got a lot of attention.
Within a week and a half, the post had over 31,000 reactions and almost 15,000 shares.
Brittany wrote:
Mom of the Year award goes to Yours truly.
Y’all know I can’t stand doing Elf on the Shelf, but I suck it up every year and do it to see those precious smiles on my beautiful children’s faces.
Elfis, our elf that we’ve had for 5 years, arrived on December 1st with a broken leg — and blamed it on the kids for leaving their toys out, saying he tripped and broke his leg; but Doc McStuffins fixed him up and put a cast on him.
The note told the kids that he was on strict bedrest orders and couldn’t move for 14 days. (Mom win, right? I just got a free pass to not worry about moving that creepy guy for TWO WEEKS! Heck yeah!)
The other day, the kids noticed that it had been longer than 14 days and he hadn’t moved; so when they weren’t looking, I grabbed him off the kitchen counter and quickly tossed him in the oven (until I could move him later and not raise any suspicion).
They have been waiting for him to come back for a couple days, but life’s been a little crazy with Gray being super sick (and my life being a joke in general) so… I forgot. I seriously forgot I put 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 tastes better so that’s exactly what I did. (I will literally do anything to get him to eat 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 broke my son’s heart…
In mid-conversation with Brittany, I yelled, ‘THE ELF! THE FREAKING ELF IS IN THE OVEN!’
Brittany rushed in to help me get him out, and Gray came in the kitchen with excitement (literally the happiest I think I’ve seen him since he got out of the hospital) thinking our elf was back; but his world fell apart as we were 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 laughed at it, but it was Ily that laughed — and Gray that got his little heart broken.
I seriously 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 ask him if he will please pick Elfis up tonight.
Ya know, since he is unable to make it to the North Pole to get fixed (because his head literally popped off from being too hot, once we pulled him out of the oven; and his feet are completely 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 gone because now he can’t tell on her — She’s a savage child.)
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