One year on my birthday, which falls on Christmas Eve, my husband and kids gathered around the living room excited for me to open my gifts. I was not excited. At all. In fact, I was so not excited that I cried and said I didn’t really have time to open their gifts at that particular moment because we had a tribe of people about to descend on our home for our annual Christmas dinner. I had hair to dry, cheese to slice, and floors to sweep.