When I lived with three roommates in close quarters, we used to compare ourselves to the Golden Girls. I was Dorothy. Now I think I relate more to The Flintstones with my husband calling my name in the "WILMAAAAA" fashion and my babe banging her fork and spoon on the table.
Do you live in a Jetson home with a helping hand like Rosie? Or do you have lots of family and friends around to help you like the Smurfs?