"What's going on?" she asked, bewildered, as she looked around the house, lights blazing in the middle of the night.
"I'm cleaning. There was no other time to do it."
This is true, and not true. There was no other time to do it, but that's not why I was doing it. I was doing it because I could not sleep, and the state of our house was driving me crazy, so there seemed an obvious solution.
(photo via here)
Since I've been back at work, people have asked me how it is. Work, to tell you the truth, is fine. It's home that's not fine. During the last few days of my sabbatical, I would ask out loud, to the four walls, "Who's going to do this when I go back to work?" every time I did something around the house. The answer, it turns out, is me -- at 4 am.
Ironically, my firm had a presentation on work-life balance today. From 7-8 pm. I, for one, find it hard enough to balance work and life, even leaving the office at 6:45. It's hard for me to see how that would be any easier if I were sitting in a conference room talking about balancing work and life until 8 at night. I don't know how it will shake out, now that we are back to being a dual-earner family. I do know, though, that I haven't had a sleepless night like this in about a year.