Three o'clock Saturday. My weekend started at 6pm last night.
Rushed home, fed the teenagers. Went out for 8pm to attend a community event where I was speaking.
Today: up at 8ish. Drove DS to school for a match. Drove back to home high street - had quiet coffee in Starbucks and wrote shopping list and meal planned for the week. Went to bank, building society, did Sainsburys shop, lobbed bags in kitchen drove to pick up DS and DH who had watched.
Third load of washing is in machine, have put away rafts of clean washing and hung up wet stuff to dry. Have also washed down all the paintwork in our bedroom and deep cleaned our bathroom.
In a minute I will start making tonight's supper, and will do an hour's ironing. Have spent an hour on the phone talking to a mum from school whose daughter is unhappy and my own mum.
Tomorrow I have to get ds to a match 25 miles away (DH is working) and back and dd somewhere in the opposite direction at the same times. Working on that one at the moment. Also tomorrow have to get together bits for a costume for dd for a school show next Friday. Hopefully will also finish all the ironing and wash ds's bedlinen and get the spare room ready for visitors for next weekend.
My cleaner does five hours a week - above is a pretty usual routine for a weekend. At 50, I don't honestly think I could fit in another five hours of housework and still be capable of a full time demanding job and run a busy home.
Having done almost half a weekend and having reflected on the OP's comments I think even more YABU than I did at first.