2/25/26
And so it goes that I remember I am trying to keep a promise to myself in the eleventh hour.
While I’m glad I only do this posts every other day, I sometimes forget until it’s late and I am ready for bed, which makes me grumpy. Yet, I know I’d be slightly disappointed in myself if I didn’t write it. But only slightly, because I’ve also learned I can’t be too hard myself.
On Wednesdays Marie drops the kids off at her parents. I take the time to get caught up with some of my busy work. We were extremely slow today, so I took the opportunity to relax. I enjoyed a jog on my lunch break. I think I would like to save up for a decent treadmill so I can jog while Emerson naps on the days I have him.
Marie and I kinda fucked up a little yesterday. Amelia lost a tooth at school the day before yesterday and brought it home in a pink, tooth-shaped necklace. The first thing she did was ask if the tooth fairy is really real. I said “absolutely,” and asked why she questioned it. “Older girls,” was her response.
But then yesterday morning—after I woke her up and was dozing on the couch—she came out and said “daddy… the tooth fairy forgot to come.” Holy fuck my heart sunk immediately. I told her to get ready and went into problem solving mode. I grabbed the cash from Marie’s purse (in the dark), hid it in Amelia’s bed frame, and the snagged the pink, tooth necklace from where she had it hidden.
However, I didn’t realize I grabbed double the money. We normally give $5, but Marie had two fives this time, so I effectively paid $10 to lie to my daughter to keep the magic alive.
We swapped the real tooth with the fake one. I plan to have the tooth fairy write a note to Amelia next time explaining she was trying to train a new fairy that night, but they fucked yo big. I was very disappointed in myself for forgetting, but grateful I had a quick solution.
Amelia will piece it together here sooner rather than later, but I’ll always try to keep it going for as long as possible.
I love that little girl to pieces.
- E.B.
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