I'm torn between feeling that I too am dealing with some degree of burnout and thinking that I just simply haven't been taking care of myself. A series of slugg

I'm torn between feeling that I too am dealing with some degree of burnout and thinking that I just simply haven't been taking care of myself. A series of sluggish days leads to a pileup of work, the pile seems to grow exponentially with no end in sight, and my workplace is rather dysfunctional and lacking of a clear vision. It feels like burnout, because even if I am productive and aspects of the work are interesting, it doesn't feel like progress is being made. Motivation goes down even when productivity is good. But I'm also staying up too late. I have poor sleep hygiene. I'm on screens until well after midnight, and a significant amount of that time is spent reading "news" - not consciously reading to stay abreast of what's happening in the world, but habitually clicking and clicking and clicking. I can't really blame my job for the need to work late, because I seem to take hours to really get on a roll in the morning, and the work demands necessarily shift into the late evening after the kids go to bed. It's a vicious cycle. I'm working, e-mailing and Slacking on weekends when I don't need to be, and I'm not maintaining clear boundaries at all. Personal relationships are suffering as well. So though I kind of relate to the burnout narrative, to really frame it as such seems like a cop-out for me. Working from home is a tremendous privilege, and doing so in a functional way requires a lot of discipline. Maybe the regular hours, commute and confines of cubicle or office walls make it a lot easier to maintain that discipline. Hearing all these anecdotes compels me to try and figure this out. Somehow I don't think taking time off will be the answer...