It's TV's fault. When my mom was growing up, the biggest role model she had was that June Cleaver bitch: spotless house, two boys who never got into any real trouble, and a breakfast schedule that went like this:
- Rise and shine before the male-folk get up.
- Dress in an attractive gown.
- Apply lipstick, heels, and pearl necklace.
- Cook the perfect morning meal.
- Greet hubby with a chaste kiss when he comes downstairs in his business suit.
- Get everyone off to their appointed places.