It's hard to find total equilibrium. You put energy into your family, and your work suffers. You put energy into your art, and everything else feels neglected, to a point where you feel guilty for doing something creative. When you finally have time to create something, you're rushing through it. Squeezing it in, instead of being present and finding a flow.
Isn’t this true for parents. Mom guilt and dad guilt. You have this thing burning inside of you that you need to get down on paper or recording, but it’s also “witching hour”, bath time, then bedtime routine. You’re so mentally exhausted once it’s done, you forgot what that spark of genius was.