The good ol’ “Elf on the Shelf” has been an increasingly popular Christmas tradition keeping our little ones in line ’til Santa comes since 2005. But for parents, maintaining the magic power and stealthy moves of this lil’ fella can be quite the chore.
Texas mother Brittany Mease knows this ALL too well. Her perceptive children started to get a little concerned when their family’s elf, Elfis, stayed in the same spot for 14 whole days. Not wanting to raise suspicion, Brittany quickly threw Elfis in the oven, intending to move him later when the kids weren’t paying attention.
Little did she know that just a couple of days later, she would pay dearly for her seemingly harmless move that resulted in broken hearts, one extra-charred elf, and a hysterical uproar from her Internet spectators.
Brittany’s holiday faux pas has since become a viral sensation reminding mamas everywhere not to take this elf-ing parenting thing too seriously. Read her hilarious Facebook post in full below:
“Mom of the Year award goes to Yours truly. ♀️
Y’all know I can’t stand doing Elf on the Shelf, but I suck it up every year and do it to see those precious smiles on my beautiful children’s faces.
Elfis, our elf that we’ve had for 5 years, arrived on December 1st with a broken leg—and blamed it on the kids for leaving their toys out, saying he tripped and broke his leg; but Doc McStuffins fixed him up and put a cast on him. The note told the kids that he was on strict bedrest orders and couldn’t move for 14 days. (Mom win, right? I just got a free pass to not worry about moving that creepy guy for TWO WEEKS! Heck yeah!)
The other day, the kids noticed that it had been longer than 14 days and he hadn’t moved; so when they weren’t looking, I grabbed him off the kitchen counter and quickly tossed him in the oven (until I could move him later and not raise any suspicion). They have been waiting for him to come back for a couple days, but life’s been a little crazy with Gray being super sick (and my life being a joke in general) so… I forgot. I seriously forgot I put the freaking elf in the freaking oven! ♀️
Today, the kids wanted leftover pasta for lunch. Gray likes it when I bake leftover pasta, because he says it tastes better so that’s exactly what I did. (I will literally do anything to get him to eat right now, since he’s not had an appetite lately…)
I preheated the oven and started cleaning the kitchen. About four minutes later, I started to smell something REALLY funky; and that’s when all hell broke loose, and I broke my son’s heart…
In mid-conversation with Brittany, I yelled, ‘THE ELF! THE FREAKING ELF IS IN THE OVEN!’ Brittany rushed in to help me get him out, and Gray came in the kitchen with excitement (literally the happiest I think I’ve seen him since he got out of the hospital) thinking our elf was back; but his world fell apart as we were using kitchen utensils to get our burnt and melting elf, out of the oven.
I would have thought that with Gray being older, he would have laughed at it, but it was Ily that laughed—and Gray that got his little heart broken. I seriously suck.
Sooooo… guess what I’m doing today? I’m having to scramble and find the other elf we have; and then I have to call Santa (in front of the kids) and ask him if he will please pick Elfis up tonight. Ya know, since he is unable to make it to the North Pole to get fixed (because his head literally popped off from being too hot, once we pulled him out of the oven; and his feet are completely melted off).
Darn this Elf on the Shelf stuff! Wish me luck; let’s see how I get myself outta this one.
(Update: Ily was glad the elf is gone because now he can’t tell on her— She’s a savage child.)”