I loved working. I think it has to do with what your field is and if you truly enjoy what you are going to be doing the next 8-9 hours when you wake up in the morning.
If you are in a mob you really dislike and dread each day of showing up there then I think it is really hard to do. But if you were a researcher for a cure for cancer and on the brink of some discovery or a teacher that had a class that was like sponges, how cool would that be to go to every day.
I loved my work with people who have developmental disabilities. I enjoyed writing implementation strategies, seeing someone suddenly have a light bulb moment when things became clear, helping them gain even a small amount of independence. I loved going to work and doing my job.
I did not like staying at home and having constant housework, the constant wanting attention because their toys got boring. The crying because they don't want to take a nap, I missed having adult conversations that stimulated my mind and gave me things to contemplate each day. I hated doing the same things over and over and over and them not staying done.
I found that the house stayed clean when no one was home all day to make messes, I liked that we all come home around the same time and had so much to talk about, how we all worked together to get dinner on the table and then went and did stuff like T-Ball or soccer practices. The time we had together in the evenings was just so much more....more. Not just....eat dinner, wait until it's bedtime, give the kids baths, get them to sleep so I can have some adult time with a tired hubby who just wants to do something for himself after a long day.
I enjoyed the whole difference.