So we’re starting to hit our groove with the routine. My daughter is 2 1/2 and my son is 6 months.
He goes to sleep at 830
My wife goes to put my daughter asleep at 9, but instead of leaving her room my wife instead falls asleep on my daughter’s bed alongside her from 930 until who knows when.

So at 9pm I’ve got the whole house ahead of me. Two hours to do the nightly chores until 11. And it really does take me two hours:
Nightly Chores:
Dishes
Bottles
Tidy up kitchen counters
Fold any clean laundry
Tidy up living room

Could I do it faster? Maybe. But this is the me time. So last night I watched the following movies while I had my air pods on and such the chores

And of course in the morning is the chaos of getting up getting dressed and getting ready to slave away in the fiat mines. But hey if my wife is exhausted then she should fall asleep cuddling her babies that’s a good thing! I’ll happily do the nightly chores. I wanted a wife and kids. I wanted a family. I don’t lament that I don’t have time to open my laptop and work on my third novel. Gotta embrace what I do have. It’s a privilege to get to do these chores to support my family. This is the “me time”