
Morgan lost another chomper on Friday (I think she's yankin' the damn things out for the cash! Shesh!). So she wrote a lovely note to the tooth-monger and was down right giddy when she went to bed.
Flash forward to Saturday morning:
Morgan: (in the most sad and pathetic voice):Mommy, the Tooth Fairy didn't come last night
Me: (all groggy and asleep): huh?
Morgan: The tooth fairy didn't come, my tooth is still here and there's no money.
Me: (managing only to open one eye and seeing Morgan 2 inches from my face, tooth in hand) shit.
Yeah, I know, I suck. I have no idea how I forgot! Oh wait, yes i do. I was exhausted... and there may have been some wine involved (shut up! Don't judge!)
So while she was busy, I typed up an official looking notice that said something like:
Flash forward to Saturday morning:
Morgan: (in the most sad and pathetic voice):Mommy, the Tooth Fairy didn't come last night
Me: (all groggy and asleep): huh?
Morgan: The tooth fairy didn't come, my tooth is still here and there's no money.
Me: (managing only to open one eye and seeing Morgan 2 inches from my face, tooth in hand) shit.
Yeah, I know, I suck. I have no idea how I forgot! Oh wait, yes i do. I was exhausted... and there may have been some wine involved (shut up! Don't judge!)
So while she was busy, I typed up an official looking notice that said something like:
ATTENTION CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
The tooth fairies are attending their annual Spring Gala Friday, May 15, 2009 and therefore will not be making any tooth pickups.
Normal fairy duties will resume Saturday, May 16, 2009. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.
Sincerely,
The Fairy Boss
She seemed to buy that excuse. Disaster averted!
Fast forward to Sunday morning...
Morgan: Mommy, the tooth fairy didn't come again last night....
Me: fawkdamshyt!
I have no excuse (not even vino). I. just. suck.
She left the room and went down stairs to watch TV and I penned a note to her about lots of kids losing teeth this weekend...big time at the gala.... running late... under paid/over worked... blah, blah, blah. I Went into her room, snatched the ol' bicuspid and left her $2 and the pathetic, sorry-ass loser of a note.
OMG, I'm the world's worst Mom.