My sweet and a random percentage Irish boy,
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, sweetie. I did my usual and waited until the last minute to get anything for today. Although I looked up fake metal coins on Amazon the past month, I never actually purchased anything until Sunday afternoon. With just a day and a half before St. Patrick’s Day, my only option was chocolate coins that were supposed to come the next day. They didn’t come yesterday, so I had to do other things.
Lucas made a “trap” last night before bed that included some clementines because Alexa told him that leprechauns love fruit. At 4:30am, I went down to the garage and went through the bin of St. Patrick’s Day decorations that I never put up. Last year, I bought two gnomes that were on clearance after the holiday and put them away for this year. Since they never got put up, your siblings didn’t know they existed and they got put up next to the clementine trap.
Your brothers have claimed the gnomes and have named them, so I lost two of my St. Patrick’s Day decorations. I had hoped that the chocolate coins would be here before they got back from school, but that didn’t happen either. Before I went to go pick them up, I grabbed a craft kid I also bought on clearance last year, took out the green, gold, and white beads, and threw them all over the floor. The beads bought me more time since the boys didn’t think the leprechauns forgot about them and they tried to solve the puzzle of the beads while Ellie complained about the mess.
The chocolate coins finally came and I was able to throw them all on the floor while all three of them were in the boys’ room playing some random game. I ran downstairs to do the laundry right after so I wouldn’t get caught. Bella took advantage of this and helped herself to a chocolate gold coin while it was on the floor. Your siblings came out. They were happy the leprechaun didn’t forget about them, the world can continue on.
One year I didn’t order anything and missed it, so there were no gold coins the morning of March 17th and your siblings still talk about how horrible it was. All these things in life, yet these will be the things that are visited in future therapy sessions.
It’s getting late and I work tomorrow, but I wanted to let you know that I wrote out a long email and sent it a bunch of different ways to H&R Block to see if there’s anything they can do or add to the software so future people don’t have to deal with the same thing. The lady on their Facebook page replied within an hour, but pretty much told me that “sorry, but there’s nothing we can do” an I felt extremely defeated. I stressed in the email how it seems like such a small thing, but it had such an impact on me and my grief. The guy on Instagram gave me his work email and told me he will see what he can do. I hope some little thing comes of this, it’s too late for me, but maybe it can save just one person from a little more pain.
I love you more than anything, baby boy. Goodnight and sweet dreams.