Have you ever had one of those days/weeks where you felt like you were experiencing "Loser Mom Syndrome?"
That was me. Last week.
Nicholas came home from school on Wednesday and proudly exclaimed that he lost his tooth while at school. Uh, say what?! He had a loose tooth.? No way. (By the way--it was barely loose, and he decided that he was over it, and yanked it out!!)
No biggie--I can handle this, right? Wrong.
I helped Nicholas find a place to put his tooth since he is terrified that with his moving and flopping that his tooth will fall, or get lost. Since he has a bunk bed, and sleeps on top right next to a window, he decided to put it on the window frame. Perfect.
I went to wake him up for school the next morning and after he was almost fully awake, I just so happened to look over and see the tooth staring at me on the windowsill. The tooth fairy fell asleep, and forgot all about her duties!!
Stink!! No time now, he was almost awake, and I couldn't risk getting caught in the act. Ya know?
What to do?? I left the room--fast! I needed time to think.
Nicholas promplty told me that the tooth fairy never came. Surprisingly, he wasn't all too upset, but I could tell that it bothered him a bit.
My response: "I bet I know what happened, Nicholas. Your tooth fell out so fast, with no warning and the tooth fairy didn't have enough time to fit you into the route. I bet she'll be here tonight for sure since she knows now."
And she was...Sort of.