My house is in total chaos these days. When we took it off the market, I breathed a huge sigh of relief in the form of complete and utter lack of housekeeping. Now that I have so much time what with the holidays and all, it’s time to get it back in order and back on the market. I have organized every drawer and cabinet and closet and now I’m ready to do it again.
The only problem is that I can’t always find the things I need. Did I throw it away? Did I donate it? Did I shove it in some drawer? Is it packed in our POD? Normally I would just look at it as an excuse to go shopping and buy something new. Unless it’s something kind of important. Like THE ELF.
I’m sure if you have children or remotely know anyone that has children, you’ve heard the Elf on the Shelf story. We actually bought the book and the elf a few years ago before the story became big. My husband actually got the author to sign the book.
I’m sure it was either my son’s first or second Christmas when we got the elf. We pushed the concept early on. We had heard that it worked wonders and as we were going through toddlerhood, we were looking for miracles.
It was either the first or second year that we had the elf that my son starting questioning his validity. Seriously. He was 2, almost 3, and he was questioning that elf. Was it really alive? Did it really report back to Santa? We made it through and although I was tempted to give in to his unrelenting 2 year old questions, I kept up the facade.
Then last year, he believed. He believed big time. And we played it up. We had near heart attacks every morning when we would wake up and have that sudden realization that WE FORGOT TO MOVE THE ELF! We could usually cover or make up stories that seemed plausible to a 3 year old. And we managed not to miss a single day of the elf. Until the most important day.
On Christmas last year, we were opening presents and my son looked over near the computer and said, “Look! The elf is still here!” Oh yes. We had left him sitting by the computer in our late night, bleary-eyed Christmas Eve haze.
We stuffed him away hurriedly and made a good cover story.
Now here’s the problem. Where the heck is the elf?