Or, we can be real and admit that sending those Shutterfly postcards of your brood in coordinated knitware – and mailing them ON time – is the fragile manifiestation of you being the well-adjusted adult you swore you'd become back when your life fit in a studio apartment and your uterus had never stretched more than your stomach after a good Chipotle. So where does that leave a MOTY? Read on.
Happy holidays, mamas!