Growing up, at 4:00 PM our house was sparkling clean and dinner (which was planned about 7 days prior) was simmering on the stove waiting for my dad to arrive from work. Prayer was said promptly at 4:58, and by 5:30, we were cleaning it all up like little well-behaved minions. After a few years of marriage, I realized my mom was a nut, I shouldn't expect my wife to act like that, and that she deserved an award for putting up with our kids for more than 2 hours straight on any given day.
I don't even bat an eye anymore when I walk in the door and walking down the hall is like doing an obstacle course.