Rushed

Today is one of those crazed days.

I can’t seem to get to a meeting on time, let alone find anything to jam into my mouth to stave off embarassing stomach growls. It’s ridiculous.

And now that school is almost out for the day, there will be the flurry of pick up and drop off and pick up and run to Target and forget to buy milk and drop off.

But I am lucky. I know that. I am double lucky (double chin is double lucky) to live not far from a few RW restaurants.

I’m more than excited tonight to feed the kids with a quick pasta, help with the homework, give a bath, and tuck. Then, as the older ones run court, the hub and I can sneak to Ravello for a lovely later RW dinner. I’m already thinking about the walnut crusted goat cheese and the grilled Arctic char with roasted tomato bearnaise. Oh, and white asparagus that I don’t have to cook? Yeah.