Frank the elf....

Last year we decided to start a new holiday tradition. We decided to get an "Elf on the Shelf". We brought our elf home, named him Frank, and read the book that accompanied him. The book explained that Frank is a scout elf, this means that he watches the children during the day, then he reports to Santa at night, reappearing in a different spot around your house every morning. Certain rules have to be followed in order for Frank to keep his magic strong, no touching being the biggest. The problem is we got a defective elf, every morning Laura wakes up and hunts for him, but he isn't always in a new spot. To make matters worse twice Laura has woken up and confirmed Frank was in the same spot, then left the room. When she returned Frank had moved to a new place, never very far from the original spot though. The only "reasonable" explanation for this is that Frank the elf has been falling asleep on the job, and not reporting to Santa during the night like his job description states he should. Then when Laura wakes him up early in the morning he waits til she leaves then quickly sneaks to a new position. I'm considering writ ting a strong worded letter to Santa reporting Frank for dereliction of duties.

The Battle of Good vs Evil

I am currently caught up in the battle of good verses evil. I'm not reading a book or watching a movie, it isn't Harry against voldemort or Aslan against the white witch, it's Mom verses dirty five year old. I'm fairly confident that good will prevail using the argument "you have leaves in your hair", and clean hair will be smelt across the land. But the said truth is I can't be certain.

My plans thwarted..

I had wonderful plans for today, after traveling last week and spending the weekend catching up on the mountain of laundry, I was pleased that I would have today to take it easy. Well at least a couple hours to myself after I dealt with Laura's large(considering she isn't even in a numbered grade yet) pile of homework, got Laura dressed for school, and then actually drove Laura to school. After that, the next 2 1/2 hours would be all mine. This plan was suddenly thrown off course when Sam informed me,before I even got out of bed, that he would be staying home today and working on Sunday, he went on to list all the things he planned on getting done on his day off. It sounded like Sam had a pretty productive day lined up. This of course ruined my strategy of reading a book while Laura was at school, then working fast to straighten up and throw together dinner the last hour before Sam got home. When he got home I would explain how busy I had been, therefore he would assume my busy day was what kept me from mopping or folding that last load of laundry. This was a great plan, but it just doesn't work the same when Sam is doing yard work on the other side of the glass doors.