I was early 30s when I had my first child, had worked for 14 or so years and wanted to give up work at that time and was happy to be able to do so. I threw myself into being a full time mother, amazed at how many activities there were that mums could take their pre school children to, I don't think they existed when I was young child, I was certainly never aware of my mother taking us to anything much pre school. Conversely I seemed to be out all the time involved in various mother and toddler groups. By the time my second one had started in reception, I was so over all that and was ready to go back to the cut and thrust of working life, albeit in a more limited way than before I had them.
I did mornings working for my husband's business. Most of the school holidays I had off, but occasionally fitted in a bit of work from home during those periods. Looking back I'm amazed at how much I did in a day, after dropping the kids off at school, I drove about 5 miles or so to work, scooted round the supermarket between car park and office picking up any necessities I'd made a mental note that we needed. Arrived at my desk 9.30 worked through till about 1. Usually home at 1.30 sat down for a cuppa and Neighbours! Haven't watched it for years, but I loved Neighbours back then, I'd been in Australia a couple prior to when it was launched so the Aussie accent was still fresh in my mind, this was my important rest and relaxation time before the afternoon onslaught! After that I tidied up, loaded the dishwasher and washing machine, sometimes did some ironing, usually watching some more daytime distraction whilst doing that, such as Take The High Road, would managed to catch the end of that before heading back to school for the 3.30 pick up. Around that time made the mistake of offering to take another child to and from school who was in my younger child's class. This came about when I noticed that his mother who was on our route was heavily pregnant and it was a long walk for her so I offered. That stretched into a couple of years until I could stand in no more. Quite fraught because the little boy was somewhat difficult, various reasons, new baby, new step father, he often tried to wind my older child up, who stupidly rose to it and had frequent spats, had to separate them and get my older one to sit in the front with me. Although he also fell out with my younger one too and their arguments sometimes got physical at times. Eventually it all got to me so I had to stop taking him, which I'd been urged to by some friends at the school, the child's mother was a well known liberty taker and would sometimes not be at home when I came to drop him off, so then I had no alternative but to take him back to ours and if she was really late, give him his tea too. It wasn't unknown for her to return at around 6 having been shopping, not for food either 
Looking back I must have been a mug 
Anyway after that she wound the teachers up by constantly being late to drop him off and pick him up.
Life did calm down a bit after that although I do remember having to go back to school again after 3.30 as one or the other needed picking up from after school activities. Then it was tea, homework, bath, bed, husband came home and gave me a hand with all of that whilst I cooked our evening meal. After that it was definitely our time sometimes with a glass to wind down with.
On the subject of finances, we have always been completely transparent with each other about money, but I definitely never wanted a joint back account after having had one with husband number one, I hated all that accounting for every penny, and vowed never to have a joint one again. That works for us, we have a pool of shared investments, but day to day minutiae of spending is something we prefer to keep separate, we both feel exactly the same on the subject. Horses for courses I guess!
, so back to Supply I went !