“I lost it over winter break,” writes Christina Crawford. “Sometime around day five, I yelled: ‘Everybody stop touching me and asking me for stuff!’ I felt guilty for snapping and apologized, but the truth is, after being perpetually bombarded with the sights, sounds, and sensations of raising children, I was feeling ‘touched out’ and just plain needed some space.” It’s not just winter break, though, and today she’s talking about it… in very funny fashion. And I know you’ll relate. Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |