Groundhog Day

You wake up early with the rest of the "white collar household" - parents, relatives, older (or younger) siblings - actively participate, directly or indirectly, in getting them all set for work. All the usual chores; clean the cars if any,  sort out the work attires, assist to fix meals, package the take-away packs or food flasks and perhaps even play chauffeur, joining that early morning throng rushing to beat traffic and make it to their various workplaces in time.
Then you return home and almost the very same applies for the kids; nephews and nieces most likely. The wee, adorable "brats" you can never seem to get enough off - still young enough to be in kindergarten, but definitely old enough to leave a room looking like it has just been hit by a tsunami. If you are fortunate, there is already a grand-ma, nanny or relative on hand who has already tended to most of their needs and you just have to weigh in your bit before they are ferried off to their school or playgroup. If you are not, well... it is all on you!

After all of this, of course, it is highly probable that your family living quarters would need some major face-lift - who would bother much about the mess they are leaving behind when they are in a race to beat the clock at work!? So from your perspective, that is just some more work that sadly cannot be overlooked. You are absolutely swarmed by it all - the house needs tidying; all the strewn toys and stray pieces of clothing have to be put back in place. The bathroom, toilet, bedrooms, living room, cleaned up, water to be fetched, laundry and errands perhaps... the list is potentially exhaustive. 
Without warning, there goes the day, trickling away slowly, "sand-in-hourglass-like" and before you know it, noon has passed, heading well into the afternoon and the sun is over-head, blazing fiercely, scorching the earth as though in a fit of rage over some wrong-doing; and you... you have barely had a bite, talk less of a bath. From there onwards, witnessing the transition from into nightfall is nothing short of frustrating by the minute, before your eyes are other things you may have wanted to do or achieve are all strewn by the wayside and everybody else returns at nighttime to meet you in more or less the same state you were when they left in the morning. It is like everybody, everything else is moving forward and you are just stuck on one particular spot without a prayer.
The worst part of it all is, you arise to do it all over again tomorrow. Everyday is the same day!