THE STORY OF HOW OUR ELF ON THE SHELF IS SLOWLY KILLING ME

This is our 3rd year doing Elf on the Shelf (I know, I know!) and Jack (our elf) is slowly driving me to drink. As if I don't have enough to think about in December, I always have Jack on my mind wondering what kind of trouble he can get into tonight.
  1. Last night, I froze him in a cup of water.
  2. The goal was to have Elsa (from Frozen) "freeze" him.
  3. I have boys who don't show an interest in dolls so I just bought an Elsa ornament from Hallmark because I like Frozen and I like ornaments so not a waste of money.
  4. I couldn't get Jack out of the cup this morning.
  5. When I finally did, the ice was breaking apart and showing the ziploc vacuum seal bag I had put him in.
  6. It was almost time for the boys to wake up so I started scrambling around trying to set it all up.
  7. I dropped Elsa. She lost her head and an arm.
  8. Luckily we have super glue! I glued her back together right in time.
  9. Ran upstairs and told me oldest to come down and see what happened to Jack (before the ice melted all the way).
  10. He smiled and said, "hey, it's an ornament!"
  11. 3 year old doesn't acknowledge Jack's existence so I didn't get an enthusiastic reaction for my efforts out of him either.
  12. So I raised my blood pressure over a toy elf for nothing.
  13. Now, what am I going to do with him tonight? 🙈