But wait. Maybe I am.
Because when my children are hungry at dinnertime, and neighbor kids are also hungry at dinnertime, and dinnertime has not been well-planned (OK, it hasn't been planned at all. And is 7:45 dinnertime?), wouldn't a domestic goddess figure out a way to soothe the masses with little mess and fuss?
Yes. She would.
Witness waffles for dinner, happy faces, and a happy domestic goddess wielding her trusty whisk and waffle iron.
(I think this would be even more impressive if breakfast for dinner didn't happen about twice a week during the summer. But that's just between you and me. We don't have to tell the rest of the world.)