When my parents decided in the 1970s that they wanted to have a child, and they both wanted to be involved in the day-to-day parenting of that child, they felt like pioneers. In retrospect, their work/life balance must have been rough. My dad worked nights and weekends and my mom worked a traditional 5/week job. But, from my perspective as a kid, they managed it really well. I heard them complain about coworkers sometimes, but never about work--the kind that you do for money or the kind that you do for family.
While I was home I found this calender from when I was around LB's age that they marked to help me keep track of who I'd be spending time with on each day, S was the lady who lived across the street from us.
**By my rough estimate, I've written about 10,000 words this week, some more coherent than others, and honestly I feel completely fried. I just had to tell that to the universe.