It's been a month now that I've had a parttime job. On those two days, I get home at 6. Normally my family eats at 5:30. Lord help me, I am learning to go with the flow.
Usually I cook one of those job suppers and my husband does the other, and then I do the rest of the week because in our kitchen, it works better if there is a primary shopper, planner, and cook (that would be me - happily so - I love it). My husband and I are learning to communicate better because I need to buy groceries that he wants to cook with, and he needs to know my menus so he and the kids don't eat it for lunch or something.
My husband does really enjoy cooking - we shared it pretty equally before the children were born. When he was working fulltime and I was staying at home with the children full time, it made sense for me to do all the housework. Now we are slowly divvying up some chores because we are fairminded people who like proportional play and work -
Our version of a reasonable house:
1. dishes done before bed
2. vacuumed at least once a week
3. meals at home, local food in generous supply
4. children helping around house
5. cleanish bathroom
6. trash out
7. bills paid weekly, inbox sorted
So those things we pitch in equally and take no offense when the other person issues a reminder. Notice that the list does not include laundry, clean sheets, dusting, or the myriad other small tasks of housekeeping. I am content with these things in my domain. I haven't done zone cleaning for months (filthy windows and corners), can't keep track of the children's clothes, and wonder how much preserving I'll actually get done. . . but overall, I am happy. I love the partnership and I haven't lost my home haven.
(photos here by my husband - he usually is the park parent!)