How?

After working all day, and then fighting traffic congestion to get home, Tuesday night went like this: Get home from work, have dinner, clean up dinner dishes, wash the counter, the table, and any other flat surface in my line of vision, vacuum the kitchen, the bathroom, front and back hallways (the bedrooms can wait until tomorrow night), get the toddler into her bath and scrub the toilet and vanity while she's playing with the bubbles in the tub, wash her up, get her out, get her dressed for bed, start a load of laundry, sit for 5 minutes to watch "Charlie and Lola" with her, do the night-time routine with her and get her to bed. Then it's time to put the clean wash in the dryer, start another load, make lunches for the next day, argue with (!) the 10 year old who doesn't want to shower, but is going to because I SAID SO, and then it's time to do his bedtime routine and get him to bed. And then, it's back downstairs to fold the first load of laundry because it's now dry, put the second load in the dryer, and now it's 9:30 p.m. and I collapse on the sofa to fold that first load of laundry.

How in the hell do other mothers do it? You know which ones I'm talking about. The ones who have a life and the energy to go out for dinner and drinks and movies with their girlfriends? The ones who volunteer at animal shelters in their down time and the ones who belong to bookclubs and the ones who find utter joy on a daily basis in the scent of a flower or because the sky is blue.
Tell me, please, how do you do it?

I'm too fucking exhausted to figure it out.