I agree with Squizita - There was no chance of me flouncing around enjoying galleries when mine was tiny.
He breastfed almost constantly and needed a serious amount of intervention to ever sleep in the day. The only thing that got him to sleep without a drama was walking in the pushchair so we did a LOT of that. But just aimlessly walking around my city in the sweltering summer heat trying to eek out one. more. minute. of. baby. sleep… was hardly the way I wanted to be spending my time and I started to feel very isolated from the real world. The real world where "normal" people didn't revolve their days around needing to put a defiant newborn to sleep every 2 hours. Plus when you've had 4 broken hours sleep you're hardly bounding with energy to go out and plant things in the garden. All I wanted to do was eat chocolate digestives on the sofa and watch This Morning.
Since I've been back to work my happiness level has increased so much. Yes there's now nursery runs and whatnot to deal with but at least 3 days a week I get to mix with other adults and have conversations about grown up stuff and I know my LO is well taken care of.
Mat leave was depressing and I'm dreading it second time around.