It's 11am EST and I'm eating a garden salad, happily.
When I was young, my dad worked rotating shifts as a civilian aircraft mechanic employed by the USAF. I was/am an only child.
About 60% of his shifts were from 7-3. My mom would get up at 4:45, put on a pot of coffee and make a hot breakfast for us every morning so that dad could shave/shower/eat and make the 90 minute drive to Portsmouth, NH to begin work at 7PM. He got home at 4PM, and we ate supper after he washed up...usually around 4:15or so. Then he and my mom would retire with coffee to the living room to read the paper, watch the local news, the national news, a couple of tv shows and maybe have a snack of crackers and peanut butter (he loved Royal Lunch milk lunch crackers) before then turned in around 10 or 11 (I was tucked in at 7:30P until 4th grade, when I got to stay up til 8:30/9 for Happy Days/Laverne and Shirley, etc).
So, our mealtimes were entirely dictated by my dad's work schedule. When with relatives in Quebec (mom's side), dinner was at 8PM or so. When my dad's relatives visited from Italy, same thing, a (much) later dinner. In our little family, though, dinner was at 4:15.
Now I'm the adult and the meal maker in the family, and my schedule (like many of your own) is nuts. I'm up and out of the house most mornings before 5 for my commute, and work four nightsat job #2 until 10:30, so the leisurely supper time routine is out. I miss that, and try to do it as much as I can on the weekend...and I have to admit, I like an earlier (5p or so) dinner more than a late one.
How about you....what was mealtime like growing up? How about now?