I get off work at 3, get home by 4, get ambushed by my daughters, give them a super spin into the couch. Get ambushed by the dog, calm down my oldest son who is now whining about getting ran over by the dog, kiss the Mrs, which is like the bat signal to my youngest, who then immediately drops whatever he's doing wherever he is, to toddler run between us and whine until I pick him up. Because he wants to stare at the sink. He thinks the sink is the coolest fucking thing in the world right now.
Then we eat, we put the younger three down at 7, the oldest at 8, and then my wife does her college courses, and I help out with anything she has trouble with, usually trying to translate what the heck the professor is trying to ask the class to do so she can start doing it (so many word salads in online courses).
Then we watch a show on Netflix or something and go to bed around 11 or 12.