That awkward moment when you see all the little presents wrapped and under the tree, and realize you drastically over purchased and have now created the three most spoiled children in the world. They deserve every bit of it, of course. However, holy cats! How much of The Husband's paycheck went into this Mount Everest of gifts? Where, oh where will we find the storage for the toys that overfloweth?!
In other words, tomorrow is gonna blow their socks off. High five, Internet!
Let us all pray we can afford the gas bill next month!
Merry Christmas, friends.