By two o’clock yesterday, I had helped my daughter sew five pairs of pajama bottoms and helped my son make two batches of gingerbread. I had not — made my bed, switched the laundry or had anything to eat. Now my kids have to watch TV for several hours so that I can recover. This is the stuff that Christmas burn out is made of, and I don’t quite know how I let it happen.
Fly lady would NOT approve.
I promise to pace myself through December!