I didn’t cook. I ate ready meals at work for lunch and then had ‘tea’ with DD after I picked up from nursery at 5.45. We ate a lot of boiled eggs and reheated jacket potatoes! She had pudding (usually just fruit or yoghurt) while I loaded the dishwasher and did a perfunctory wipe down. I put the robot hoover on in the kitchen, and wished fervently I’d got a robot mop.
I played with her for a little bit, then we put things away together, so we never left a room untidy. I culled available toys and rotated them so that only a few could be out at a time. If at all possible we went out to play, even if just to the park or splashing in puddles on the drive.
I bathed with her. Cleaned my teeth with her. Dressed her in (comfortable) clothes for the next day (no pjs. Why do kids need special clothes for bed? I just felt I was pointlessly changing one set of soft comfortable play clothes for another. So I stopped. I had no time for pointless). She ‘read’ me a story or ‘helped’ while I tidied up the bathroom, gathered all the laundry and put the laundry on while she had milk. I handed out glow stars for helping. We did bedtime yoga for kids (this sounds SO affected, but it really helped both of us. It’s on YouTube. About 6 minutes, without the meditation bit)
Then I read her story and we both fell asleep, usually. If I didn’t, I flew round for 20 minutes max (because I wanted to limit it) and emptied the dishwasher, put the robot on in another room and wished (again) I had a robot mop. Hung out laundry to dry. Packed nursery bags for tomorrow. Set out clothes for myself the next day, and anything else I needed, made sure there was a plan for tea tomorrow and we had everything in. Picked up stuff that shouldn’t be where it was. Locked up and went to bed. On a very, very good day, if it was before 9, I would read or knit for half an hour. (Mostly I didn’t)
I got up before my DD. Got dressed etc. Packed the car with my breakfast, coffee and lunch, a snack bar for her, my work bag and her nursery bag. Put the laundry away (or set it out as clothes for tonight!) . Unloaded the dishwasher as a top priority of I hadn’t done it the night before (an empty dishwasher is really key. When it’s full, dirty dishes pile up and it snowballs). Got DD up, changed nappy and into the car in one fell swoop. She had breakfast at nursery, I had breakfast bars on the way to work. (There were weeks where we wore the same two outfits on rotation. I had a uniform, so it worked fine. No one mentioned it!)
On Sunday afternoons we went swimming so she was knackered, clean and changed for bed early. We ate dinner out so there was no cleaning up. I put her to bed early with an audiobook and did a proper tidy up, toy cull and rotation (bin day was Monday). My cleaner came for two hours on a Monday and changed the beds, cleaned the bathroom, properly cleaned the kitchen and hovered and mopped the floors. (I could have done it in a Sunday nap time, but that was my ONLY alone time). The grocery shop arrived at that time, I meal planned, grocery shopped and checked the calendar for two weeks ahead and ordered any birthday presents, cards random needed stuff and did any unavoidable admin. I didn’t shop, I didn’t cook, I didn’t socialise unless it would be rude not to and I really cared about the person. I said no to everything. I didn’t help. I didn’t sell things on or donate to specific causes.
Once a month I took a days leave and kept DD in nursery. I did any bigger chunks of admin, then I did a proper sort out and organise of clothes and toys, removed anything outgrown, stained, broken, annoying, unsuitable or messy. I went out for lunch or the afternoon with a friend, or went home and watched a box set or napped. A better person than me would have done a big batch cook and not eaten ready meals. (I did cook when my mother came to visit, but it wasn’t often enough to keep it up. She only visited once every three or four months).
It wasn’t a great time. I felt like I didn’t really exist outside of work and children. I didn’t go in the sitting room Monday to Friday (we used the kitchen/dining room as a play space) But the only way to do anything would have been to let my house routine go (and there was no slack to pick it up again. If I missed a dishwasher load, there was no way to catch up and once it started to slide I couldn’t stop it) or let my sleep suffer and I wasn’t prepared to do that. DD didn’t sleep well and I was chronically sleep deprived anyway. I know it was a slave to it, but it saved my sanity.