Oh boo-freaking-hoo, Supermom. Nobody tazered and tagged you and tossed you into Suburbia so you could wake up one day with several constantly-dirty children and a worthless husband. And guess what? There are millions of women out there who not only do all this crap without a State of the Art Whirlpool, but with no washing machine at all.
But here's a tissue to go with your cape, Wonder Woman. Maybe you'll get a chance to use it if you ever climb down from that cross.