A place of solitute
The kids (aged 3 and 6) are pyjammied, teeth-brushed, storied, pee tried and asleep in bed. My wife is reading, watching some reality show that I can't stand, off at rehearsal or on stage performing a play. The dishwasher is running and the laundry in the dryer. Lunches are in the fridge packed for tomorrow, and some start on dinner for the next day is at least starting to thaw. The lawn is less than 6" high. Hopefully it isn't past 9pm.
As you can see, life is busy at the moment I may have had my wits about me that morning or just after work if I want to tackle some colour work, and I have set the chems on to warm, and yanked what I will need from the freezer.
I turn on the radio to the classical radio station. I dilute out what ever chems I need, and set the appropriate safe light filters in place, and get to work creating images, or, more mundanely, getting caught up on processing films, contact printing, mounting good slide images, or matting and mounting prints.
When the radio station changes programs, I know it is midnight. If I am printing FB, I start the final wash. I empty the dish washer, fold the laundry, set the kitchen table for the next mornings breakfast, shave, etc. while the prints wash. Put the prints into the blotters, and to bed around 1am.
The alarm goes off at 6:30am. My wife might have to shake me if I am still out at 7am. Eat breakfast, drop kids at school and day care, back to the office. I don't try this too many nights in a row, or veryone , me inculded gets cranky.
I do usually pull a few really good sessions when my wife is in a play though. It is the weekend, she is out late, we both sleep in, and both spend time wearing the kids out during the day. She heads off to the theatre, dad has a short after dinner nap, puts the kids to bed, and dives into another darkroom session. Usually happens 3-4 weekneds a year. It is the closest I get to back when I was sinlge many years ago, and would get into darkroom work for marathon weekend long printing sessions