It seems so extravagant, doesn't it? Lunching mid-week, sans children.
Back when I worked in an office, lunches out were not an uncommon occurrence. At first, I would watch on as management headed out to lunch and be silently disapproving as I noticed the time while taking phone messages for them.
Then, when I became one of them, I took every opportunity to do the same. Could I spare the time to head out for oysters and wine over a chat? Sure. And then I'd panic three hours later when I still had a page-long to-do list.
When I had Abbey, lunching was a good way to catch up with friends, our babies - or, at least, their babies - sleeping peacefully all the while.
These days, going out for lunch with toddler in tow is best done at a park. Or when she's in childcare.
Because really, what's the point of working for yourself if you can't indulge in a long lunch every now and then?
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