Slightly different, OP, as mine were little before screens were a big thing (now 15 and 16). However, the young toddler years are etched on my mind.
6.30 AM they would appear in our bed. I would read to them (always the same books).
Bit later: family breakfast, at the table
9 ish: A walk. To somewhere. Anywhere. Walking was a must. It took a very long time to walk half a mile to the library/playgroup/post office/supermarket/friend's house/park at toddler pace. Involved drain-inspection, refusals to move, etc. If there was no equally desperate friend/toddler group/shopping, then a different walk (woods, etc). This happened in all weathers. If desperate, swimming was a possibility (and I detest swimming).
12.30-1: Lunch, together, at the table.
After lunch: Nap (for me, too). Once they ditched the nap, it was more stories. I knew them off by heart, so could 'read' them with my eyes shut, as I was so knackered by then.
2.30: thought about bed and bath and realised it was still a while off Duplo. The Argos catalogue with DC1 (he was obsessed for a while). Any repetitive game. My Little Pony Rescue. Stuffed Toy Vet's Surgery.
The afternoons felt several years long, sometimes. But now they seem to have vanished all too quickly.
5.00: tea
6.00: bath
6.30: more stories
7.00 Bed
Pretty monotonous, I suppose, by 'modern' standards. But we were all happy with it in our own ways apart from when I wanted to cry when it was 3PM and not teatime yet
I realise on re-reading this that not much housework got done. it still doesn't. I used to shower last thing at night, as taking them into the bathroom with me in the morning was a pain.