I am sitting at a crowded kitchen table where among the week's newspapers, unopened mail, a jar of money that my daughter raised for the charity run, half a cup of tea, and a half-nibbled sandwich. There is just enough time for me and my laptop to take you through the week that was. Because it was quite something. I believe I slept less this week than a normal person does in a night and drank more champagne than an average person does in a year.

For me, the week started on Sunday evening. Watching Heel Holland Bakt (yes) my love made Bolognese sauce for the little ones and I made Melanzana alla Parmigiana. For my parents who were going to help us out tremendously this week with babysitting. Preparing a dish for the oven is the least I can do.

Monday started with a hard tap at the office. Jet had the premiere of Pak van mijn Hart that evening, directed by brother Kees. She had the coolest outfit and looked like a top model on the red carpet. Jet was proud of, Kees but I beamed when I looked at Jet. During the day I made a quick visit to my dear friend who was in the hospital. She wanted to feel my Gucci dress and together with her roommate, she tried to pry out who the big favorite was to win HNTM. “We’re just lying here and don’t talk to or see anyone else…” Nice try, I have professional secrecy and besides, I had no idea who would win either because just pick one out of those four. The finale was as it should be. You can read.

all about it. The days after we were busy finishing our winter issue, preparing for our party, and I slipped away to watch the presentation of my middle girl. When the mouse dance and the apple verse were over and I was about to go back to the studio with Twingo, a Heavy Emotional Appeal was made to me. Long story short. Girl came along. Also to the Soap Treatment Store on Van Baerlestraat where the little darling was forever spoiled with a glitter nail polish treatment from OPI. here I've already told you enough about Thursday. Friday was the day after. It started with yet another school visit where a charity run was held. The proceeds go to Serious Requests’ Hands Off Our Girls. A bit complicated to explain to 5-year-olds but they ran like the best and I shouted my voice a bit hoarser. Because disco was reverted back to the office and Jet, Liesbeth, and I are just better at typing than dismantling structures, we spent the rest of the day luxuriously at Jefferson, the little restaurant around the corner. We fought our hangover with a croque madame and when it was half past twelve, Liesbeth and I ordered a glass of white wine. Don’t tell anyone, okay? Jet just had a green tea. I rushed to Chanel for a gift for Jet (birthday today so congratulations are welcome!) and then went home happily. What am I doing this weekend? Pressing the mines to my chest and working off those bags. I hope it works.

I am sitting at a crowded kitchen table where among the week's newspapers, unopened mail, a jar of money that my daughter raised for the….