Alrighty….so you’ve got yourself an Elf. Go, you! (You, sucker you!) 😉 You think you’re pretty prepared to suddenly unleash this amazeball Christmas magic into your home, now with this little dude at your side. You have visions of sugarplums and suddenly well-behaved kids dancing in your head. And thanks to this new North Pole Squatter, youre imagining kiddies so happy and gleeful, with their eyes so wide with wonder that you’re already tapping yourself on the back for being the best-most-fun mom ever! You also have it in your pretty little head that you are going to rock the shishkebab out of posing this Elf every. single. morning..for the ENTIRE month… because you’re so sure you’ve got ideas till the cows come home…
Until, that is, day three rolls around, and you wake up realizing that the kids woke up well before you, and you haven’t set the Elf up anywhere. You break out into a light panic, as the words “holy shit balls” slips from your lips, and start scrambling across your bed, half naked in hopes of making it into your lounge before your kids do…And in your stressed out state, you are now creatively stuck to Continue reading