I awoke this morning to the sound of music, and the sight of our Elf on the Shelf, Carol, maniacally strumming my husband’s guitar. She was singing too. Really loud.
Not one to dampen an Elf on the Shelf on the wagon’s spirits, I bid her good morning and started my day. An hour later, I realized that I had just read the same sentence thirty-two times.
“FELIZ NAVIDAD! FELIZ NAVIDAD! FELIZ NAVIDAD! Prospero Año y Felicidad…”
Biting my bottom lip, I put my headphones in and my my head down. I had a lot to do.
Not surprisingly, I didn’t get all my work done today. I texted my husband late this afternoon and told him I needed him to take the baby for a few hours this weekend so I could get some work finished. His response was just a tad irksome.
“You need me to watch P this weekend so you can finish your work? Didn’t your mother come today?”
“Yes and yes. When will you be home?”
He arrived home with our kids about an hour later. Carol’s caroling was so unbridled and raucous by that time, we had to go out for dinner so we could eat in peace. No one wanted to say anything to Carol–we’re all walking on eggshells. That’s life with a dry drunk, I guess.
My husband and kids are all asleep, courtesy of earplugs and white noise, while I sit up typing this post. Carol is STILL singing, and I think I might just lose my mind.
I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS, FROM THE BOTTOM…OF MY HEARRRRRRRRT!
Please send help.