A line forms at the bathroom door. Everyone complains of being hungry and asks what's for breakfast. It's hurry, hurry, rush rush rush. Some of the young ones need to get to school, others to jobs, and one needs her diaper changed. There's a mountain of laundry.
Dishes pour out over the top of the sink.
Floors need to be swept and mopped. Beds need to be dressed. The littlest one is crying. Before the wife turns around, it's lunchtime. By the time the midday repas is cleared from the table and the dishes are washed and wiped, the morning's mountain of laundry has only dwindled to being a hillside.