I try to make it home most days for lunch for a couple reasons:
To give my hubby some mid-day adult conversation and a few minutes to rest, an opportunity to get some work done or go to the bathroom without a 2-year-old audience.
To spend a precious 43 minutes with my munchkin that typically involves some lunch hijinx, a story or two and some rocking.
It’s one of the highlights of my day actually! Especially on Tuesdays and Thursdays (when I do Zumba after work) because I get home even later than normal those days.
And although it is one of favorite things, I can’t always make it home. Some days I just have too much to get done for it to be feasible to leave for an hour. Other days it is that a much needed source could only talk to me during that time period. And there have been a few instances where Miles is already asleep before I can make it home. And we don’t really fool around with nap time at the Doyle household. Those things (and when I say “things” I specifically mean Miles’ naps) are pretty sacred around our house.
I know Michael is well versed and more than capable (some days I see the way he handles Miles and think he’s better equipped than I am even) at handling Miles without a break/rest/assistance from me. But I want, no really need, that little mid-day moment with my guys. I’ve become spoiled with my munchkin and hubby being home each day for me to pop in on.
It means my lunch breaks often don’t really include a lunch (or at least not a very good one), and I can’t use that time to veg out to some mindless program on Netflix, but you know what, I’d rather hear my little guys’ giggles (or shouts) and eat his leftover noodles as I’m rushing out the door after I’ve tucked him into bed anyway!