When I was a child (born 1945), my parents only put me in a bath once a week. I was only allowed fresh clothes once a week too, on the same day!
I suppose it was so difficult then to cope with lots of washing, especially if you lived in a flat, that they could only cope by having this system.
I remember the tin bath in front of the fire too, always on Sunday so you were clean to start the week. There was no bathroom and the toilet was in an outhouse a good way from the house. This is why we all had chamberpots, and I remember my granddad taking them every morning to empty them. Looking back, (you don’t notice when you are a child), it must have been quite a hard way of life and yet I remember only happiness in that house.
We are so lucky now, but people still moan!