The following incident actually took place in this very house. See why we need fudge every single day during the month of December? Stop trying to convince me that a little ibuprofen and a brisk walk around the block will have the same benefits.
Today was one of those shopping days when you left the house announcing that if those dishes weren't done when you got back, you swear, you'd give all the kids' presents to homeless people, you meant it, that kitchen better SHINE, you'd better be able to EAT off those dishes.
However, upon returning home six exhausted hours later you discovered that every dish in the house had been used as a candle holder on account of the girls thinking what the house really needed was a little Christmas ambiance, and of course they had to borrow dishes from the neighbors to eat their mac n' cheese off of because all YOUR dishes were inexplicably covered in wax.
And when you shrieked (mouth full of fudge) that you wanted the kitchen CLEAN, you're pretty sure you made that CLEAR, they said with perfectly straight faces and just a touch of wounded bewilderment, "We didn't know you wanted it done today..."
Better have truckloads of fudge on hand, because this will happen more than once during the season.