What time does this woman get up EVERY DAY?

You’ve prepared breakfast with love.

And when I say breakfast, I mean BREAKFAST.

Croissants. Toast. Jam. Butter. Fresh orange juice. Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Pancakes. Fruit. Cereal. Yogurt.

Basically, you’ve opened the Hilton breakfast buffet in your kitchen.

And all of this before going to work.

Because your suit is perfectly ironed, spotless. It moves with you like a second skin.

You’re made up. Hair perfect. Not a single strand out of place.

Ready to go to work at the real estate agency.

Your teenage son comes downstairs.

Pours himself half a glass of orange juice.

Drinks it.

Leaves.

Your daughter comes in.

“I’m in a hurry.”

Doesn’t eat anything.

Your husband walks in, grabs a piece of toast and says:

“I’ll have breakfast at work.”

And you look at the table.

The same table.

The same table for 10 years.

And you smile.

“These kids…”

WHAT TIME DO YOU GET UP?

Haven’t you learned yet?

Why don’t you just make a glass of juice and some toast?

Why are you preparing a breakfast buffet for six people every morning?

Aren’t you worried about the queue of neighbours waiting by your garbage bins at 8 a.m.?

WHAT KIND OF BREAKFAST BUDGET DO YOU HAVE?

And most importantly...

Haven’t you noticed that you’ve been doing this for 10 YEARS?

At this point, you know why the local charities stopped operating in the area.

What movie or TV show have you NOT seen this trope in?