The T in tooth fairy must stand for tardy. At least that’s what I spent the
morning trying to convince my son’s before I dropped them off at school. It
wouldn’t be bad if this was the first time she had forgotten to show up while
they were sleeping but by my count this is the fourth time she has been late….or
is it fifth.
Its mornings like today when I have the ultimate working mom guilt.
Yesterday, I worked a sixteen hour shift and pretty much passed out from
exhaustion the moment my head hit my pillow. I forgot to set my alarm so by the
time I woke up in a panic they were already running late for school and the
first thing I heard was my ten year old scream down the hall, “Mom, the tooth
fairy didn’t come” to which my five year old replied in horror, “She forgot to
come to our house AGAIN?”
I wish I could tell you that he was being sneaky and didn’t tell me he lost
a tooth or that it was my husband’s turn and he forgot, but the truth is I don’t
have a good excuse. I even had advanced knowledge he was going to lose a tooth.
I was working out two days ago and my five year old kept coming downstairs into
the gym to give me the play by play of my husband’s attempts to pull his
brothers tooth out.
the door and blood shot everywhere… but his tooth didn’t come out.”
wants to know where his pliers are and C doesn’t want you to tell me.”
money out of the ATM…and then forgot a few minute later while doing Burpees. It’s
not my fault… I blame the Burpees because….well because Burpees suck!
So I wasn’t surprised when I got home from work yesterday and the first
thing both of my sons wanted to tell me about was how C lost his tooth. While
I ate dinner (after the family because I had gotten off work so late) C
asked me how much money I thought the tooth fairy would leave him for his tooth
and then he gave me a sly look because he already knows that the tooth fairy
isn’t real but he also knows if he plays along for his brother he can still get
shiny gold dollar coins under his pillow. After dinner I went into my room to
finish a report for work and C came in not once, not twice, but three
times to make a comment about his tooth and the tooth fairy. Things like “What
pillow should I put my tooth under?” followed by a wink or a nod to remind me
he is in on the secret.
So when I realized I forgot this morning I felt like a failure as a mother.
It is a horrible feeling to know you let your child down but somehow it felt
even worse this time because my ten year old knows the secret so he also knows
mom forgot and that stings worse than anything. Knowing that when he looked
under the pillow this morning and saw his tooth he might have thought for a
moment that he can’t always count on me.
In this moment I hate the tooth fairy. Why would anyone want to teach
children to sell parts of their body for money anyway? Who came up with this crappy idea? I googled
it and apparently the Vikings are to blame….stupid Vikings.
After dropping the kids off at school I got ready for another long day at
work. I made it all the way out to my car before I realized I forgot that damn
tooth again. Then after digging through my purse and my husband’s wallet and
finding nothing. I had to break down and steal two gold dollar coins out of my
son’s piggy bank. I’m ashamed to admit this isn’t the first (or second) time
the tooth fairy has had to do that either.
So my new list of things to do now includes:
-Stop at bank and pick up dollar
coins before boys realize they only have two when they should have ten.
-Put husband in charge of all future tooth fairy missions.
Moral of this story: Being a mom is tough. Sometimes we are going to fail. All
that matters at the end of the day is that the one thing our boys can always
count on is that we will love them no matter what! #Lifewithboys