when I first saw him I thought he would be bundle of fun!
He was cute, small, his little face staring back at me from the picture!
I wanted him badly... he was going to be part of the family, my kids were going to love him!
So I did what I had to do to get him!
Now I’m thinking ‘how foolish of me!’
Given enough time to really think about it, I’m now absolutely dreading his arrival and everything he’s going to bring... he’s going to cost me a bloody fortune! Keep me awake at night and cause me hassle in the mornings
He’s going to make a mess, he’s going to come with his own set of rules and be a total pain in the arse every night!
I’m going to get into bed thinking I can sleep but no... suddenly I’ll remember him and have to leap out of bed and sort him out... I’ll struggle to think of what to do with him and end up just chucking him in a cupboard!
Or worse than that.. I won’t remember he’s there when I get into bed and in the morning I’ll have a mad rush to remove him from where I left him the previous day so my kids don’t think I’m a terrible mother!
Then I have to worry about keeping him out the way so the kids don’t touch him.. they’ll be fighting to give him cuddles and play with him but there’s no way I can let them... only I am the one who can hold him!
AIBU? Any other mums wish that they never started with sodding elf on the shelf?