I was born in 1962 and where I grew up, most of the mothers were home all day long. Most houses only had one car, too....
In the early 70s my mother got a full time job and needed help with dinner. I was the oldest duaghter so that became my job. She'd start some things in the morning, or leave notes on how to do something, but by the time she got home at 5:30 or so, followed quickly by my dad, dinner was just about ready.
I started cooking when I was 10 and knew right away that I wanted to stay in the kitchen.
How can we sleep while our beds are burning???