I have have never, ever understood why work could be considered to provide "me" time.
Work, IME, involves renting out my brain to a company to solve its problems, in return for a salary. And very often those problems don't interest me one little bit - so, far from work being "me" time, it is "them" time.
Sometimes work provides things I enjoy, like friendships, meals in nice restaurants, a chance to get very dressed up. But generally it is a chore, a place where I am acting out a role most of the time, pretending to be interested in what it is happening when I couldn't give a .
Home, however, is where I can be me - I can use my brain for the things I enjoy and am good at. I can create my own world.
Of course, there are also chores at home. This afternoon I spent the best part of two hours cleaning all the floors, underneath and behind all the furniture and appliances. I don't enjoy doing it, but I do enjoy the results because they are for me, so it's not that bad.
But more importantly at home - with my partner, my daughter, my friends - I can say and do exactly how I think and feel.