Once you have kids, New Year’s becomes painfully just like any other day where you struggle to stay up late and socialize with people.
This isn’t the Yoda we all came to know and love in the initial 3 movie installments of Star Wars. This little guy is smaller! Cuter! Just a baby!
Luckily, we all can recognize that this time of year is a shitshow. An expensive, joyous, and sparkling shitshow.
Let’s all take a minute to appreciate all the hard work and effort that it took to make that magic happen.
You could always set up an industrial Hazmat foyer for decontaminating your kids every time they enter the house.
Who else can you fake call all through November and December to get your kids to brush their damn teeth?
At least we have the nightly ritual of telling ourselves it will be better tomorrow.
It looks about as you would expect: naked rears and fannies/packages splayed out towards our solar overlord, just begging to soak up that (vitamin) D.