Help
I can’t take it anymore.
Every blinkin year, my two ds’s start waking about 2am on Xmas morning. They spot their stockings and start stage whispering to each other ‘he’s been! Has he been to you?! Mum... Dad... he’s been!!’ They’re then told ‘yes, but it’s too early go back to sleep’. They then toss and turn, get up for wees, call out that they can’t sleep, on and off until we get up at 6. It’s exhausting and ridiculous. They’re 13 and 10. I could put the stockings downstairs but I think they’ll still wake wanting to go downstairs to check if he’s been.
Oh and elf on the fucking shelf. They were awake at 5am banging on about going to find him. I finally said yes. 13 yeh runs like an elephant back up the stairs, bursting through my bedroom door to tell me where he’s found him. I couldn’t help myself, ‘I bloody know!! Obviously!! Now let me sleep!!’. They KNOW I move the elf. So, can’t we just stop this ridiculous game and throw I’ll throw the elf over the fence for next doors dog to ravage?!