So I’m wrestling two ridiculous problems right now. I have my share of normal problems like deadlines and a conspicuous lack of funds in my bank account and a piss-poor mile PR and absolutely nothing to cook for dinner that my kids will eat, but the two problems that are currently demanding a lot of time and energy on my part are absolutely, utterly ridiculous.
Problem Number 1: There are zombies in the toilet.
At least, that’s what my daughter thinks. So she’s too scared to go to the bathroom alone. Instead, she forces me, or her mom or her brother, to come into the bathroom and watch her. “Because if you don’t come with me, the zombies will crawl out of the toilet and bite me.”
Obviously, this problem is a holdover from Halloween.
I’ve tried using adult logic (“but, zombies aren’t real”) and I’ve tried using kid logic (“but, I used the special zombie cleaner when I scrubbed your toilet this week”) but nothing works. So going to the bathroom is now a group activity. Awesome.
Problem Number 2: We’ve lost our Elf on the Shelf.
We moved. Apparently, our Elf didn’t move with us. At first glance, this seems like an easy problem to fix. Go buy a new Elf on the Shelf. The kids will never know the difference, right? That’s what I thought, too. The problem is, our original Elf on the Shelf was one of the Vaguely Ethnic Elves. He’s not black, but he’s not white. He could be Hispanic or maybe Middle Eastern or even Asian. I don’t know, I feel uncomfortable even trying to guess at the Elf’s ethnicity.
The point is, he’s definitely more tan than the standard Elf on the Shelf, which is great. We follow a strict “White Man’s Guilt” approach to race issues in our house, meaning we ignore race altogether. I’d like to say we originally purchased the Vaguely Ethnic Elf to teach our kids a lesson about race, but the fact is, I picked up the first Elf I saw in the store two years ago without realizing it was Vaguely Ethnic and then my wife and I debated for five minutes in the store about whether or not putting Vaguely Ethnic Elf back and getting White Elf would be racist. Then we felt racist and guilty just because we actually thought about putting the Vaguely Ethnic Elf back on the shelf…
So we have…nay…had a Vaguely Ethnic Elf on the Shelf, and we spent the last two years ignoring his race and all was right in the world. The problem is, I go to the store to replace this Elf and all I can find in the God damn store is White Elf. Boxes and boxes of White Elf. There’s a Girl Elf now, which is awesome, bully for women’s elf rights, but my kids are expecting a super tan elf to show up and judge their actions for the next 20 some odd days. Not a Girl Elf and not a White Elf.
Or maybe not? Maybe our kids never noticed their Elf was Vaguely Ethnic? Maybe our complete ignorance of race has worked and now our kids literally don’t see color? Or shit, maybe that means they’re even more racist because they can’t see the beauty and differences of different ethnicities. Jesus Christ. There should be a manual.
Meanwhile, I’m wandering around the store looking in every aisle for a Vaguely Ethnic Elf because I don’t want to ask the store clerk if they carry an Elf that’s, “you know, darker than this elf?”
Like I said, I’ve got plenty of problems right now, but the ones I’m mostly concerned with are utterly ridiculous.
You never fail to have me laughing out loud. I now forward your posts to my husband and others. It is truly the gift of laughter. I can completely identify with so many of the issues you have faced and as a stay at home parent for many years I thank you for sharing a male perspective but more importantly for opening the pandora’s box of stay at home parenting. You Rock!
Thanks for reading the blog Silver Lab Lady. And I appreciate you forwarding the posts to your friends. Glad to hear our shenanigans bring a little joy.
Now you just have one problem…
I did hear a rumor about a “White Privilege Elf On A Shelf” coming out in the future, if that interests you. Comes with its own guilt.
I got no help for the zombie-in-the-toilet thing. Right now I have a 4 year old with a built-in seismograph that tells him exactly when I try to sneak out of the bed when I’m putting him down for the night and he falls asleep. He stirs awake within seconds, no matter the time of night. Then it’s either stay there with him or have him join you. Can’t remember the last time my wife and I stayed in our bed at the same time, without him.
Even though I’m consciously aware of the issues we’re creating, he totally has my number. All he has to say is, “Dadda, you’re my BEST friend.” and I’m all, “Oh… all right, climb on in.”
Could be worse. Could be we lost our ethnic Elf on a Shelf. But we avoided that issue entirely by never ever mentioning the product in the child’s presence.
I hear you, man. Don’t get me started on sleep issues. my wife and I have completely surrendered in that ongoing war. At 3am, I’m just too tired to think about the long-term implications of giving into my child’s whims.
Spray tan, Daddy. You got this.
Reblogged this on Podunk Meets Paradise and commented:
I love to think about pre-teen problems…
So I shared this on Facebook and then one of my friends shared it and then one of her friends commented that you should just buy the white elf and tell your kids that your old elf got reassigned and this is the new one.