- Returning to the office disrupted my family routines in a way I wasn't expecting.
- The transition back to office life was chaotic, impacting both my family and personal well-being.
- I learned that I needed to set boundaries and ask for help to achieve a work-life balance.
After spending years working from home, I thought I had adjusted to a new normal, one where morning coffee was enjoyed in sweatpants, meetings happened at my kitchen table, and I could pivot between work and parenting without the added stress of a commute. It wasn't always smooth, but it was mine.
When I was told I'd be transitioning back to the office, I underestimated just how disruptive that shift would be. I didn't just forget how to commute or dress for work, I also forgot how to juggle everything. The routines I had carefully constructed around my family, the way I managed school pick-ups, homework help, and dinner prep, all came crashing down. Mornings turned into frenzied chaos. I'd find myself brushing my teeth while packing lunches, reminding my 11-year-old son to grab his gym shoes and helping my 13-year-old daughter find the permission form she swore she handed in. All while trying to leave the house looking like a professional adult and not someone barely holding it together.
The transition wasn't smooth
The first week back in the office was disorienting. There was a strange unfamiliarity to the fluorescent lighting, the awkward small talk, and the background hum of keyboards and printers. I felt like I had been dropped into someone else's life. The office buzzed with energy and productivity, but I was consumed by a quiet panic, wondering if I had left dinner ingredients defrosting, or if I'd make it in time for my daughter's volleyball game.
Evenings weren't any easier. By the time I got home, I was exhausted physically from the commute and emotionally from trying to hold everything together. Dinner became an afterthought. I'd throw together something quick, rushing through meals just to get to bedtime. The guilt of not being fully present for my kids crept in. I was there, but not really there. My mind was constantly toggling between deadlines, to-do lists, and the emotional labor of motherhood.
The struggle started impacting my family
I tried to power through, but the burnout came fast. I was irritable, sleep-deprived, and starting to question whether I could continue at this pace without breaking.
It wasn't until my daughter's teacher gently asked if everything was okay at home that I realized I wasn't just failing at balance. I was drowning in the expectation that I could fall back into an old life without anything else giving way.
One night, after putting the kids to bed, I sat at the kitchen table with my spouse and did something radical: I admitted I couldn't do it alone.
I started making changes
I began by setting boundaries, at work, at home, and most importantly, with myself. I stopped checking emails after 7 p.m., even when the guilt whispered that I should. I started meal prepping on Sundays to take some pressure off weeknights. I blocked out short windows in my calendar for breaks or quick check-ins with my kids.
One of the most important shifts was finally accepting help, something I had always struggled with. I leaned more on my spouse and we started truly co-managing the chaos. He picked up groceries on his way home, handled school drop-offs, and took the lead on bedtime when I had late meetings. We stopped assuming the other person knew what was needed and started communicating better.
We also leaned on our parents for help with school pickups and weekend childcare. At first, it felt like admitting defeat, but I quickly realized that calling on them in wasn't weakness. It gave them more time with their grandchildren and gave me much-needed breathing room.
Over time, a new rhythm began to emerge, not perfect, but more sustainable. I learned to approach each day with grace and flexibility, I forgave myself for the rushed mornings, and I celebrated the small wins.
Returning to the office was never going to be seamless, and I wish I had given myself more compassion from the start. But in navigating the messiness, I uncovered strength in places I hadn't looked before. I learned how to adapt, how to accept help, and how to prioritize what really matters.
