Once we’ve wrapped everything up, I’ll head back home to spend time with my kids, or to get ready for an event, if there’s something on the schedule. If I’m going to spend time away from my kids it has to be for something, a cause or a person, that I really care about. I also make time every week to have dinner with my mother — I grew up in New York City and she still lives here. I always push for a 6:30 pm dinner because of the kids, but she loves to eat late — she always jokes that the early bird special is for me, not her. I also love opera and the theatre — we recently saw Orpheus and Eurydice and Phillip Glass’s Akhnaten.
I always feel best if I go to bed by 10:30. But, by the time I get the kids down and have dinner with my husband, if I watch one show or read one page of a book (right now it’s The Rachel Papers, by Martin Amis), it’s already ten. So, I start thinking about bed at 10:30, at eleven I start feeling guilty, and I have to be in bed before midnight. But when I’m in bed at 10:30, the next morning I’m like, Yes! This is wonderful, I should do this more often. It doesn't happen every night, but that's the dream.