Confessions of a Not-Desperate-But-Way-Too-Busy Housewife

Ok, it's about time I admit (with a blush of embarrasment on my face) something everyone else has noticed already: I've bit a little more than I can chew. The thing is that when I put my mind on something and want to do anything, I want to do it perfectly. 50% doesn't suit me. But these days I've tried to teach me to have mercy on ME. There's only 24h in each day (+ night combo) and one needs to sleep every now and then. Furthermore, I have 3 kids and a hubby who seem to need me sometimes and even occationally enjoy the time I spend with them (instead of the computer for instance).

So here's the thing: I've beat myself enough for not keeping up with my Christmas calendar. Now I'll just settle with the thought that everyone around me will have a happier Christmas with me more or less sane and happy, no matter at which state my blog is. Right? Right. Off I am to make gigngerbread dough (never done it myself but after all that ranting of taking it easy I have to give in to the little "Bree Van Der Kamp" in me...).