Okay, let's be honest: birth order is a bit of a pop psychology parlor trick. We all love to chuckle at the "controlling oldest" or the "free-spirited youngest," but does it really dictate our entire lives?

Day six of 'Christmas Break' officially felt like Groundhog Day. The elf was long gone (thank the North Pole!), the Christmas chaos had subsided, and even the rogue cold that had swept through our house had finally retreated. I should have been basking in post-holiday bliss, right? Wrong. I felt more like a deflated balloon.