Sentences with phrase «wait for lunch time»

Can't wait for lunch time so I can indulge:)

Can't wait for lunch time!

Not exact matches

Hell, most times they can't wait for you to finish lunch!

Pick out five recipes, go the grocery store, pick out the ingredients, and make the lunches ahead of time (like the night before while waiting for dinner to cook).

Should the time come where you need to take your little one to the hospital for something more serious, some of our local hospitals have their wait times listed online so that you know how much you need to prepare for (packing a whole lunch or just some snacks for the wait), or find the hospital that has a smallest wait.

I think that this is not enough time, as sometimes kids will wait 7 - 10 minutes for there hot lunch, especially on pizza days.

The fifteen minutes for lunch often included the time spent coming, going, waiting in line, and cleaning up.

I'd be much happier if at the end of a class my child was allowed to sit at his desk and eat a lunch for half an hour than being shuffled through 2 or 3 destinations after waiting 5 or 6 hours for a lunch he has no time to eat.

If you thought finding healthy breakfast ideas for your tot was hard, wait until lunch time!

We want kids to have time to eat (instead of waiting to pay for lunch).

As long as we are creating wish lists of changes for school meal programs, how about extending the lunch period so that kids actually have time to eat their meal after waiting in what can feel like an endless line to get it?

As a person with kidney disease having to take dialysis three days a week, she cleaned people's houses in the «nice neighborhoods» part - time while taking care of my siblings and I full - time, making sure we always had a full breakfast, a packed lunch for school, a snack waiting for us when we returned home and dinner before off to bed.

I like to throw everything together in the crockpot when I'm waiting for my lunch to cook and then by the time dinner comes around it's hot and ready!

Last week I was at training for work and was hoping to use a lunch break to sneak in a post about the new goodies, but after a few minutes perusing the new arrivals I realized I had to wait until I had time to gather my thoughts.

Come lunch time the lights go out and they go to lunch, doesn't matter if there's a customer waiting, even just for the paperwork and to pay them.

I had very limited time to write and it was measured in 30 minute increments: lunch time, waiting for a music lesson to end, in the waiting room at a doctor's appointment.

We spend so much of our lives waiting — waiting for the phone to ring, for the clock to hit 5:00, for our next lunch break, or even waiting on time off from work.

For example, the first appointment in the morning or right after lunch will generally mean that the vet is running on time and there will be no wait.

A tour to the river is a full day out and prices vary wildly (most include return transport, lunch and a 45 minute boat trip) so shop around for the best value trip, but be prepared: at peak times there can be a lot of queuing and waiting around.

I would have loved to stay and religiously wait for a clear view of Maligcong rice terraces, but we had planned to pack up and leave for Manila before lunch time.

Our vans will be waiting to return us to Loreto in time for lunch.

These games are often played waiting for the bus, on a lunch break, and obviously other times when gamers are on the go.

«Then yes, because I stopped by several times to meet him for lunch and I would chat with Katie while waiting for him to finish something up.»

He can wait'til lunch time to eat - and yes, he knows that's not good for him, so he'll usually forces himself to eat something.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.