My mom is the one who gets up early. She’s the mover and shaker in the family. My dad is generally laid back, cerebral, and technical; Mom is more high-strung (at least in the short term), emotional, and humanitarian. She’s the kind of person who just wants everyone to get along and be friends. She dislikes violence, even when it’s implied, like watching a uniformed officer pull a sheet over a dead body on Law & Order.
My mom is a psychiatric nursing professor. There’s a history of mental illness in my family, and she stayed in college an extra year because Something Big happened and caused her to change her major from chemistry to psych nursing.
She makes the food. Or rather, she was a Super Mom and basically took on the entire second shift before all the kids went to college. Now that we’re all home again (at least until the end of the summer, when my brother and sister go back to school), we’re taking on some of the household duties, like dinner once per week and cleaning on the cat litter (bleh), but basically, she’s the one who runs everything.
My dad has this joke that my family is like the branches and parts of government. My sister is the Legislative branch because she argues with everyone about nearly anything; my brother is the armed forces (he is the boy, after all, my dad says); I’m the Judicial branch; my mom is the President (she runs things). My dad is the Citizen (he always smiles when he says this)—we all work for him.