Bailey ate a chocolate cake, I. LOST. MY. MIND.
In the remnants of the panic-inducing chaos, I did something, well, not sane. I don't like to use the C word. My mom was a psychiatric nurse her whole career, and let's just say I've got some personal experience. So we'll say it wasn't the most sane thing I did. No C word here.
C word or not, I opened up all of the gnomes that I had ordered over the months for our new house to fill: inside, outside, and the store. I also may have bought a few more. Temu, I tell ya. I've officially been banned. Not actually officially, but by my family. I'm surprised they didn't take my phone. We went from a couple little figurines to over 50. In a day.
You read that right. I went from zero YARD gnomes to GNOMEGEDDON in 24 hours. I've become the gnome lady, and my family thinks I've finally and completely cracked:
Husband: "Uh, babe, maybe the chocolate cake incident was just a thing that happened, but the gnomes..."
Me: "GNOMES ARE MY THERAPY! LET ME HAVE THEM!"
I don't know how they reassured me that I'm not a bad mom, it doesn't make sense, I know, but somehow they did. Maybe because it's a mom thing to do--to have so many gnomes? I have no clue.
I found my son (the one who caught Bailey) hiding gnomes one day. I initially got mad at him--why would he be taking the things I JUST put out as decoration--and therapy for mommy?! The poor little thing explained to me that he was hiding them from my husband so it'd look like I didn't have so many.
That boy melts my heart, you have no idea. I'll tell you more about him later.
So did the gnomes really save my sanity or just give me more chaos to latch on to? Bailey's all mended now, but she's still on a tight leash. I mean, not a day after the incident she was knocking over the trash can, and the next day she was trying to steal our dinner! She did actually steal her dog sister's food. SMH.
So she's still on watch, the gnomes are still ruling the house (although I gifted some of them and returned some also) and we've delayed the introduction of gnomes to the shop because, well, they've occupied my home now. AAAAAND my desk at work. So there's that.
Thanks for reading, y'all. I hope you enjoyed my post.
Mama Gnome, A.K.A. Eliza
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