A day with young kids can be full from breakfast to bedtime and still feel unproductive.

The kitchen is messy again. The same argument about shoes will happen tomorrow.

At work, I could finish something and point to it. At home, I sometimes catch myself suggesting an errand just so we can cross something off a list.

Two hours at the park can be exactly how I wanted to spend the afternoon. Somehow, returning a package still feels more like getting something done.