Synchronicity?

Why is it that the children have chosen this time to discover and insist upon baking every blinkin’ recipe in my old children’s cookery book? A rather sticky 1970’s affair full of sugar and fat laden stuff. The sort of stuff which sticks to your ribs for a good few days before coming to rest on your thighs. Then there's the cheesecake I scoffed with a friend after meditation last night...

Lying awake I realise that with every biscuit, every crumb, that very elusive Little Black Dress will become more difficult to find. Hang on a minute perhaps that should say Medium/Large Black Dress? In the early hours of the morning I vow that I will not make my search harder – but come daylight my resolution has gone *sigh*. Never mind, I’ll be easy to spot amongst the revellers – I’ll be the one sporting the black sack.

Am I alone in this particular festive stress or is it more common than I think?