My mum was a nurse in the army, but had to leave the day she got married (1968).
She spent our childhood over-eating, moaning about her lot, walking the dog, croqueting blankets, talking on the CB radios, smoking, reading books/the paper, gossipping with neighbours and allowing us to run feral.
Not a lot of cleaning or tidying got done. She sat around a lot, rarely prepared a meal- it was help yourself to what was in the pantry.
She did not drive so, so shopping was done via a bus into the town and then the boxes of food delivered later (deliveroo before its time!). The veg van, library van, fish and chip van, pop van, coal lorry all came round to demarcate the week.
We did not have a phone. So every Sunday, my mum would walk 1.5miles to the nearest phone box with a handful of 10p's to phone my nan. We got a phone in the mid 80s! (Last in my class to have a phone number!)
In the late 80s mum past her driving test and got a job as a part-time nurse. She then moaned about that and did even less housework! The house was a tip, we could never bring anyone home, and mum was never happy (her glass was half empty until the day she died). My dad worked 14 hour days (7am-9pm) an would come home for lunch and tea and was kind, funny, generous and mean with money (happily pay for a big pub meal but not a landline phone) lazy too, and happy. His glass was overflowing even when he was ill for so many of his latter years.