Crash and Burn
I have decided, definitively, is that there is nothing in life that makes being a grown up feel more stupid than the winter holidays. No. Thing. It starts with Halloween and keeps rolling right through November, with Thanksgiving, reaches the apex with Christmas and then slobbers all over you for New Years. Then January comes, everyone has a holiday hangover and you’re a wreck because you've just spent the last two months frantically trying to make the holidays special and magical for your family to the point that you realize you’re not actually sure you even like the family you've just spent two months killing yourself for. After a highly unscientific, casual survey, I've determined this is largely a female (bonus complications for working mother) problem. Sorry guys, but most of you seem to have been trained that making holidays special, or even making them happen at all, is not your job – I do know a few exceptions to this, but there’s a reason for the ster...