I'm not taking about bingewatching Orange is the New Black. I'm talking about watching the occasional half hour of something funny or distracting instead of staring at my computer screen and watching YouTube videos of cats falling off of pianos.
I do my job, and sometimes a bit more than what might be considered my job, and I'm not going to feel ashamed about how I practice my particular profession.
We all do things differently. I have a colleague who scurries around campus as if he's on fire. He doesn't utter anything without prefacing it with, "I don't know how I'm going to get through this day!" He burns the morning oil, noontime oil, midnight oil as well. And he makes sure that everyone he ever bumps into knows it. (He would have made an excellent Puritan.) He only grins when he says, "Oh, I see you're going home early today; what a nice treat for you."
I just smile and say something as inane like, "Well, I got around to my work, so, yes, I'm going home. You keep beating the Spartans back."
My whole life has been college. It doesn't feel like a place that I need to or want to run from at the end of my duties. So, instead of driving home, I might watch some Netflix, visit some colleagues - shoeless (but with CLEAN socks, thanks for that insult Nate) - and then do whatever it is that is needed to be the best teacher and human I can be.
If that's not enough, then so be it. There was a time in my career when I might have let myself be made to feel bad about myself, but I'm past that now.