I used to work with a guy who had 4 kids, including a set of twin boys, and whose wife was a stay-at-home mom. At the time, the youngest was 1 or 2, the twins were 3 or 4 and the oldest (hers from a previous marriage) was in grade school. He (my co-worker) worked a 6:00 to 2:30 schedule, and had about a 45- or 50-minute commute, so he got up pretty darn early in the morning. He hardly ever brought a lunch but didn't go out, either. Instead, he would buy chips, pepperoni sticks, etc. from the vending machine or the guy who had his own "store" set up in his cubicle (and no, he wasn't fat).
I liked his wife and all, but I couldn't understand why she couldn't be bothered to make her husband a decent lunch while he got ready for work in the morning. I remember thinking to myself that if I was a stay-at-home wife or mom (I was still single at the time) I would totally make my husband's lunch every morning and see him off to work with a kiss, a la June Cleaver, or at the very least make it the night before. HA!
Fast forward to today. Paul gets up at between 5:00 and 5:30. I have never been a morning person. I despise having to get up before 7:00, and strongly dislike having to get up before 8:00. I manage to send him out of the bedroom with a kiss before rolling over and going back to sleep, but I'm sure as heck not getting up at 5:30 to make his lunch. However, we almost always have some sort of leftovers for him to take so I really don't feel that guilty. If he was scrounging for chips and pepperoni sticks everyday I would probably make an effort to make him a sandwich the night before. Thank goodness that isn't the case. And to my co-worker's wife, my deepest apologies for judging you.