As of this month I've been wearing (well, OFFICIALLY, as in "real" diapers) for a year. I've developed a solid routine over that time. I'm a clothie, so my routine is a little different from others'.
I wake up in the morning and I check myself. If by some miracle I remained dry, the diaper gets worn when I get home again. Dry-nighters have two days in the rotation before the obligatory wash. If I'm wet, then I first make damn sure I'm not about to have a second accident before I get up (I've had mornings where I moved wrong and suddenly, wet) before I go to rinse the diaper and soaker. These go into a wash bin to be washed when I get home from work. I clean up with a good washing if I wet (wipes if I didn't), and I go to work unpadded, which is a struggle because there are stressful bosses and loud noises that spook me and I have a nervous bladder.
As soon as I get home, I pad up—powder, lotion, and a spritz of vanilla on the front panel. Sometimes I just relax, sometimes I do necessary housework, and sometimes I completely little out—crayons everywhere, pictures of oddly shaded animals (have YOU ever seen a red penguin?) all over, video games where I lean with the turning action and "VROOM" with the racer on screen. If I'm lucky I thought ahead to get some tasty food.
When I remember to it, I wash the wet diaper from the morning. I use Dreft's detergent and scent removers in a wash tub filled with the hottest water I can manage and a cap of Lysol laundry sanitizer to get anything the hot water and detergent can't. This usually takes 30 minutes total: ten minutes in the scalding hot water and solution, ten minutes of scrubbing and agitating the diaper in the solution, and ten minutes of rinsing in tub after tub of clean hot water until the water returns clean. Then I hang the soaker pad and diaper to dry.
This has been my routine for a year now, since I accepted my identity as a Little who likes, and often needs, diapers.