This describes my grandparents. Sort of.
On only my grandfather's income they could have 2 children, live in a 3-bed semi, run a motor and take a yearly holiday.
Fewer mod cons, of course - a coal boiler, a small fridge with an ice box, a twin-tub washing machine, and a 3-ring cooker. That was it for technology. No phone or TV until much later, and then both were rented (the TV was black and white with a 9-inch screen).
The nice semi-detached house was rented from the company my grandfather worked for - so if he lost his job, or rocked the boat at all at work, they'd lose their house. The same applied if my grandmother rocked the boat in the local community , the company wouldn't have looked kindly on any scandal. The whole of the back garden was used to grow fruit and veg and keep hens to reduce their food bills - looking after all that, preserving the harvests and cooking were entirely down to my grandmother. As was all cleaning, other housework and house painting.
The motor was a motorbike, not a motorcar. With a sidecar for the children.
The holiday was a week camping in a barn in Suffolk, and shooting rabbits and pigeons to save on shopping. They got fish and chips as a treat on the last night.
Clothes were home made. So were rugs for the bare lino floors. By my grandmother, of course.
There were no clubs to drive the children to. They walked to school.
The reason my grandmother didn't work wasn't because she didn't want to, or because their life was so luxurious she wouldn't know what to do with the money. It was because she was a nurse. And when nurses got married they were immediately and automatically dismissed. She couldn't get an alternative job because my grandfather forbade it - it would make him look bad if he weren't the sole provider.
My grandfather was a decent husband by the standards of the time - not violent, not a drunk, not a spendthrift. He bought my grandmother flowers every Friday. But on Saturday evening he went to the pub, and she couldn't join him for a night out because women weren't allowed in.
That may be your dream life, OP, but it's not mine.