When I got paid in money for my professional efforts, one of the things I tried to achieve was a work-life balance. Some weeks that didn’t happen, but I rarely had a day without a few moments to myself. Even if just the tube ride to work, or the walk to the station.
Now that my job is child rearing, for which I get paid in cuddles and smiles (dispensed unpredictably) there is no such thing as a balance. This is my life and my work in one. And it is all-consuming.
In some ways that feels as though I’m no longer a real person, and in other ways, remarkably liberating.