I'm on my monthly lunchbreak. Since Meg and I are the only adults reliably present during naptime, we get no lunchbreak any day of the week except the last Friday of every month, when we have an in-service day to clean and plan and restock our food cupboards...and take approximately five minutes for every day that we didn't get a break. (This works out to be a 90-minute lunch.)
All it all, it's a good job.
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