@artg I could have written this. Totally empathize, OP, it's really hectic and seems insane.
I get home in time to say goodnight and hope there is dinner leftovers for me, and I leave in the morning with enough time to wake the kids and do the minimum routine of what's needed before I get out the door. I try to call the kids during lunch and see if they're okay and do they want me to bring home anything specific (i.e. candy for the next day), but it's a coin flip if I'll get to talk to them. Their dad leaves before I do and gets back earlier but he immediately has the dinner/baths/one house chore time to do anything. Today was the first time he and I have spent actual time together in just over three weeks. I cried last weekend while rushing to get home after groceries (pick: home for bedtime or miss it to get what we need after work) and told my husband I haven't been a mom in two straight weeks.
I only have time to care for myself every two or three days, for an hour maybe, because I skip another bedtime or I skip dinner to do it. The house is a wreck, I speed clean it to minimal standard on my day off so I have time to take the kids to the park before it gets too hot out. I'm in a ton of physical pain from health issues, but I
need to push my kiddo on his little trike and see the older two do their tree climbing and sitting at a picnic table to have popsicles.
I'm not sure how we are going to rearrange our schedules once daycare and school starts.
Big empathy hugs. I don't know how, but we will all make it.