So here’s to the goals soon to be forgotten. It was fun while it lasted, but see you next year (…maybe).
Keep this helpless little thing alive while teetering on the brink of death and insanity due to lack of sleep. Good luck and godspeed!
This period of time is like if Mercury retrograde decided to squat on your calendar with a wine and cheese hangover.
If you are a toilet widow, at least know that you’re not alone. And if you’re a man, GETTHEFUCKOFFTHESHITTERANDGOHELPYOURWIFE!
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.
You could always set up an industrial Hazmat foyer for decontaminating your kids every time they enter the house.
At least we have the nightly ritual of telling ourselves it will be better tomorrow.