You do an HOUR at a time, sweetheart, not a day. And then you do the next one.
Kids dinners - tbh, my parents cooked for me for the first month. I lived off caffeine, nicotine and soup.
You could make soup (tins) and cheese on toast, jacket potatoes and beans, cheese, things you just make and put in an oven - pasta bake. When you do make things, make double - there will be days when you need to do that.
When you wake up, get up, do something. Bed in the middle of the night, newly alone, is frankly, a vile 'place' to be in. Tidy up that kitchen drawer, read a book, then go back to bed.
you will be tired. Tired in your bones.
But i PROMISE you, you will be ok. You will.
I know what they will 'do' next eats you - fuck him, and fuck what he does. He will reap what he has sown, believe you me, darling. Your world is your world now, not his to have, share - get that poker face on and that steel wall UUP
You have you, your children.
I know it seems 'nothing' now, but these are the things that WILL see you through, i promise.