My dad raised my sister and me after my mother killed herself. He did it all...taught me how to shave my legs, wear makeup, etc...
My father worked a full time job at the shipyard and ran his own construction company on the side to get some extra money. Sometimes it seemed like he was always working and when he wasn't at work he was cooking or cleaning.
We had a babysitter during the summer who would come to the house and wake us up, feed us, and play with us during the day. During the school year we'd go to the babysitter's house after school or at some times use the after school daycare program. A large chunk of my father's income went to babysitters.
We majorly downsized...he sold our house (had to, my mother died there and there were too many memories) and rented a one-bedroom apartment. My sister and I had the room and he slept on the couch. We had this living arrangement until he remarried five years later.
For all that we didn't have much in the way of money, we were still relatively happy with our father. He did his best to learn all those girly things and always made sure that we had positive female role models in our lives.