I have 3 dc, dd1 is 3.7 and dts are 2.1. dp works 6 days a week.
I work in a bar/restaurant 5 nights a week.
Dp and I pass each other on the doorstep, I struggle to actually see my friends or family as they mostly work days, can't remember the last time I had any real time to myself etc...
I love my dc and feel totally blessed with dts and have adjusted my work life to fit around them. Previously worked in an office but had to leave as the childcare for three meant I would be paying to work.
My job is ok, no real stress, lucky to have one at all, some shifts can be exhausting but some customers are lovely.
But if I hear the phrase "oh, you must come to work for a break" I might just snap!
No, actually, I come to work purely for the cash. If I was going to have a break I would go to the gym, meet a friend, have more than a fleeting chat with dp.
Serving up food and drink to people when they demand it, smiling through the same cheesy jokes I've heard before, dealing with tantrums over how their food is served and then having to clear up the mess is not that different to what I do during the day at home.
So no. It is not a fucking break.