As I write this, it's Tuesday night and, so far, the week is off to much less than stellar start.
Sunday night I didn't sleep well. Then, on Monday morning, my 10 year old who is usually the one I can count on to get up without much of a fight, woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Actually, I think she woke up on the wrong side of the planet. She went off the deep end when I turned on a light in her room. After that, she couldn't decide what to wear which is ridiculous because her school has a strict dress code, so there's really not much decision making to be done.
Upon picking up my kids from school, I managed to tick off my 13 year old when I reprimanded her for smacking her sister. I don't feel guilty at all for disciplining her. I only mention it because that was just another nail in the coffin of the day that just needed to die.
Just before dinner, I brought my 8 year old to tears when I banished my 10 year old from helping her with her homework (because they were playing more than they were working) and commented that it shouldn't take her 30 minutes to do one simple math worksheet.
Also, as I was cleaning up dinner, I dropped a plate and it broke because that's just the kind of day it was.
After that came the 10 year old's 7:30pm soccer game. I swear if that game had lasted just two more minutes I would have come completely unglued amidst the barrage of sarcastic commentary coming from my 13 year old and the endless questions coming from my 8 year old.
(By the way, while I was muddling through the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, my husband was in Palm Springs. Yes, it was for work and, no, he wasn't lounging by the pool sipping a frosty beverage or playing golf, but still - Palm freaking Springs!)
I finally got the kids to bed and fell into my own bed. As I did, I told myself, "Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a new day."
Tomorrow is a new day and I sure hope it's better than today! #1Word @JanineHuldie @TheGoldenSpoonsIndeed, it was a new day. My 10 year old still had wardrobe issues in the morning, but overall it went much more smoothly. I went to work and had a perfectly fine day. We got home, made it thorough homework with minimal whining, and I put dinner on the table with time to spare before we had to drive my oldest to soccer practice.
That's when it happened. That's when I killed the Tooth Fairy. And Santa Claus.
I was at the table with just my 8 year old, Emily, when she said, "I'm starting to wonder if the Tooth Fairy is real."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because," she said,"I lost my tooth two days ago and put it under my pillow, but she still hasn't come to give me my dollar. And, the last time I lost a tooth, I left her a note, but she didn't write me back."
Wouldn't it have been easier to just come around the table and actually punch me in the gut?!?!?!
After fumbling for words, I ended up telling her the truth and I could tell she was choking back tears. So was I.
Of course, next came the questions about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, so I told her the truth about them, too.
"What about God? Is he real at least?!?" she asked. "Yes, dear. God is real."
In my stress and exhaustion, I forgot to be the Tooth Fairy. Emily was the last one in our house who believed and I forgot. I have tried to tell myself that she was on the cusp of it anyway. After all, she is eight years old and in the third grade. It was time. Maybe. Maybe not. Now, the damage is done and the magic has died all because I forgot.
That, my friends, is how this mom killed the Tooth Fairy.
Once again, I repeat, "Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a new day." And, it is, I know. Only, it will be the first full day my "baby" doesn't believe in magic anymore.
Is the Tooth Fairy still alive at your house? I killed ours and it wasn't pretty. #1Word
This post was part of the One Word Blog Linkup hosted by, Janine of Confessions of a Mommyaholic and me! This week, the word prompt choices were Circle & Possible.