It's funny, isn't it, I don't think we ever feel totally happy with our own situation. 've been back at work FT for 2 weeks now. I'm really enjoying the stimulation and seeing colleagues but god, having to set my alarm for 6.30 each day is a killer, I hate having to wear work clothes, and most of all I resent the lack of free time to do what I want to do when I want to do it, at the pace I want to do it, and to make nice home made lunches like soup etc.and to take my time eating it and savouring meal times. The house is a shit hole so quickly again after being the cleanest and tidiest it's been for years and I resent the fact I have no time to keep on top of it, or to garden now that my plants that I ordered online have finally arrived, or to do much exercise. I resent the fact that the pace of my life has changed from being relatively slowly and laid back, back to stressed and rushed again.
BUT, immediately before I went back to work I was thinking "Jesus, this is groundhog day, my brain is turning to mush and I'm starting to get depressed having no stimulation to do decent work projects" plus I was drifting into bad habit ssuch as junk food and gin every day cos I "deserved it, cos of boring old lockdown", staring to procrastinate cos it didn't matter if I left something till the nexrt day cos there was all the time in the world etc.
I've come to the conclusion that part time work would be the ideal best of both worlds situation. I've done that before in a more junior role but no chance of that now.