This weekend marks the last of the household birthday celebrations that all cluster around the same week at the end of April. Son turning thirteen, another sixteen, and husband turning studio 54. This week-- lovingly dubbed the "birthday gauntlet" is a predictable major source of stress for me each year.
I think it's because I feel responsible for making my kids' days fun and special so I worry excessively and put pressure on myself-- but I also enjoy it.
