So I've been at my job for about 3 months now and all I can say is I'm glad it's only part-time (not that it has to be-I could work full-time if I wanted but I don't want to until the girls are in school full time). I can barely keep up with laundry and other household chores--I honestly don't have a clue how full-time working mothers do it (the ones without housekeepers, that is) and my hat goes off to them. Here was my Wednesday evening, as an example:
I got home from work at 6:30. I don't go in until 9:00 to minimize the time we have to pay a babysitter (Paul works from 6:30 to 3:00), so I don't leave work until 5:30ish. This particular day I left at 5:40. I helped finish dinner, ate, then I cleaned up while Paul and the girls went for a bike ride.
After cleaning up from dinner, I swept the floor, did a load of laundry and went outside to water plants. While outside Paul and the girls came back, and the girls and I played in the yard for a bit (mostly just sitting in the grass while they climbed on me, which was the only few minutes of relaxing that day until much later).
By now it was almost 9 and the girls still needed a bath, so I gave them a quick bath and finally got them to bed at 9:30, at which time I showered. After my shower I started getting the next night's dinner ready, then had to make lunches for the girls (they had dance camp all week and ate lunch there). At 10:30 I was finally finished with all that and even though I should have just gone to bed I watched TV until 11:00, because that is just part of my nightly wind-down routine.
Luckily it's not like that every night (I don't usually have to make lunches, for one thing) but it's still pretty crazy just trying to keep the house in order and figuring out the next night's meal and all. Sometimes I make a few things ahead so Paul can just put something in the oven but then I end up spending a good chunk of my Sunday preparing food. No fun.