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The city never seems to lose its lure. Maybe it's because I grew up as a suburban girl. I took the train on Saturday to help Ania with a big office project. The weather was perfect for spending the weekend indoors. Rainy and dreary. I stopped at the Red Hen before going to the office for my pre-work lunch. You know you're in the city when a sandwich costs $8. No value meal here folks! Didn't even get chips or a drink with that! Granted it was a tasty sandwich & I can't neglect the fact that it came with 1/4 of a dill pickle, but still. It was chicken with pesto, red onions, lettuce, tomato and provolone on country italian bread. Good, but not $8 good. We worked until about 7 pm, but not before the good Doc brought me a Venti Chai Frappuccino. I *heart* my Starbucks. We went home to dad's and he had fixed some Chicken Caccitore served over pasta with garlic bread and a fresh italian salad. He is such a great cook. I changed into the pajama
pants I brought and what would be the odds that they were plaid, just like dad's. And we both had on green shirts to boot. How's that for the apple not falling far. It was actually kinda spooky. After a decent night's sleep, it was back to the office for more work. Piles of paperwork. I had some chinese for lunch that was awesome. The vegetable fried rice had HUGE chunks of fresh veggies: mushrooms, peppers, onions. And the sesame chicken was super. Lightly breaded and fried chunks of white meat chicken served in a sweet and slightly spicy red sauce. YUM! We also had some of Chicago's best buffalo wings from Yakzies just a couple of doors down. I caught the 4:30 pm train back home and got home with still a few hours left of kid time. The daughters were so happy to have mom back and so was the husband. The first words out of his mouth were, "Now I know why you're so happy to see me at the end of the day." He had a good taste of what my days are like, well, without the cooking and cleaning though. He now knows I'm not exaggerating when I tell him how many messes Sienna makes or how much she fusses. It was a good experience for both of us. Glad to be back home though. Home sweet home.
The city never seems to lose its lure. Maybe it's because I grew up as a suburban girl. I took the train on Saturday to help Ania with a big office project. The weather was perfect for spending the weekend indoors. Rainy and dreary. I stopped at the Red Hen before going to the office for my pre-work lunch. You know you're in the city when a sandwich costs $8. No value meal here folks! Didn't even get chips or a drink with that! Granted it was a tasty sandwich & I can't neglect the fact that it came with 1/4 of a dill pickle, but still. It was chicken with pesto, red onions, lettuce, tomato and provolone on country italian bread. Good, but not $8 good. We worked until about 7 pm, but not before the good Doc brought me a Venti Chai Frappuccino. I *heart* my Starbucks. We went home to dad's and he had fixed some Chicken Caccitore served over pasta with garlic bread and a fresh italian salad. He is such a great cook. I changed into the pajama
pants I brought and what would be the odds that they were plaid, just like dad's. And we both had on green shirts to boot. How's that for the apple not falling far. It was actually kinda spooky. After a decent night's sleep, it was back to the office for more work. Piles of paperwork. I had some chinese for lunch that was awesome. The vegetable fried rice had HUGE chunks of fresh veggies: mushrooms, peppers, onions. And the sesame chicken was super. Lightly breaded and fried chunks of white meat chicken served in a sweet and slightly spicy red sauce. YUM! We also had some of Chicago's best buffalo wings from Yakzies just a couple of doors down. I caught the 4:30 pm train back home and got home with still a few hours left of kid time. The daughters were so happy to have mom back and so was the husband. The first words out of his mouth were, "Now I know why you're so happy to see me at the end of the day." He had a good taste of what my days are like, well, without the cooking and cleaning though. He now knows I'm not exaggerating when I tell him how many messes Sienna makes or how much she fusses. It was a good experience for both of us. Glad to be back home though. Home sweet home.
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