The first tooth was bad enough. Saturday morning I'm awakened to a plaintive wail from my daughter's room, "The Tooth Fairy didn't come!" After a few tears, I find out that before Myriam fell asleep Friday night, she managed to pull the first of her top, front, teeth. Please note the Hubby and I griped at her incessantly that evening, to stay out of the bathroom; I guess we now know what she was doing in there!
I calmed Myriam by informing her that if Mommy doesn't know about said tooth, then she can't email the Tooth Fairy and let her know to visit. *Whew* I then proceeded to rush her through breakfast and out the door to swim lessons.
But the second tooth.... Well, let's just say that only utter incompetence on the part of the Tooth Fairy can be blamed. I mean she was given plenty of notice. The tooth was even put in the tooth cup on the dresser! No digging around under pillows, around here. Oh no!
Sure enough the next morning I was awakened by
"It's ok Myriam," he says, a chipper tone. "You get more money when the Tooth Fairy forgets!" Um... yeah....
So after a strongly worded email is sent
That night, after I'm certain that the children are all sleeping peacefully,
After I am fully recovered, I decide to try again and I make it all the way down the hall and into her room and I'm in the process of swapping tooth for cash, WHEN--Myriam's alarm clock starts buzzing, chiming, ringing, and generally announcing my presence in the room!
I scramble across the room, stepping on every single strategically placed Lego in the room and R-I-P the clock from her bedside table, knocking over her nightlight/lamp. (Thank God for cheap, plastic nightlight/lamps.) I fumble wildly trying to find the off switch in the now pitch blackness of her room, minus the glow of her nightlight/lamp. Inevitably, I grasp the plug and jerk it from the wall. Unfortunately, her clock is equipped with batteries. *sigh*
After carrying the
I audibly cringe. (It sounds a lot like the air being let out of a tire.) Turning, I face my daughter, ready to explain why I'm in the tooth-for-cash business, only to find that she was talking in her sleep and that my beautiful
After tiptoe-ing down the hall, to the kitchen, I pour myself an GINORMOUS glass of wine and decide that the Tooth Fairy seriously needs a raise.