I’m sitting at a heavily populated kitchen table in between weekly newspapers, unopened post, a pot of money that my daughter collected for the sponsored-run, a half cup of tea and a half eaten sandwich. There is just enough time left over for me and my laptop to take you through the week that was. Quite a week too. I slept far less this week than a normal human does in one night and drank more champagne than the average person does in a year.

My week began on Sunday evening. While watching ‘Heel Holland Bakt’ (yes), my love made Bolognese sauce for the little ones and I made Melanzana alla Parmigiana. For my parents who once again were going to help us out of the fire babysitting-wise. Baking an oven dish seemed like the least I could do.

Monday started with fast typing at the office. Jet had the premiere of ‘Pak van mijn Hart’ to go to, directed by her brother Kees. She had the coolest outfit on ever and looked like a top model on the red carpet. Jet was super proud of Kees, which made me glow every time I looked at her. During the day I dropped by the hospital to pay a flying-visit to a dear friend. She asked if she could touch my Gucci-dress and then her and her roommate tried very hard to wheedle out of me who had the best chance of winning HNTM. “We’re lying here and hardly see or speak to a soul…” Nice try, but I’d signed an NDA and didn’t have any idea who was going to win, but take your pick out of the four.

The finale was everything it should it have been. You can read about it here. The days afterwards were extremely busy with finishing our Winter Issue, the preparations for our party and I managed to slip out to see a presentation by our middle daughter. When the mouse dance and apples were over, I was planning to jump back into Twingo to head to the studio, but an Extremely Emotional Request was put to me. To cut a long story short. Little girl with. To the Soap Treatment Store on the Van Baerlestraat where the little darling was burdened with a glitter nail polish treatment by OPI.

I’ve told you enough about Thursday. Friday was the day after. It began with another school visit for the sponsored run. The profits all go to Serious Requests’ Hands Off Our Girls. A little difficult to explain to pre-schoolers of 5 but they ran as fast as possible and I screamed till my voice was all gravelly. The disco was being transformed back into our office, and because Jet, Liesbeth and I are far better at typing than breaking down sets, we spent the rest of the day in luxury at Jefferson, the restaurant around the corner. We fought off hangovers with a croque madame and then when it hit 12:30, Liesbeth and I ordered a glass of white wine. Don’t tell anyone though. Jet just had a green tea. I ran off to Chanel for a birthday present for Jet (her birthday today so congrats are welcome!) and then went off home. What will I be doing this weekend? Hold my loved ones close and try to conceal the bags under my eyes. Let’s hope it works.