I think the ad is pretty representative of how I feel at Christmas. Although I have a fantastic husband who does all the wrapping, lots of present-shopping, gets me amazing thoughtful gifts, washes up and does laundry without being asked etc, he works 50-60 hours a week. I work 12. so I am the one that makes Christmas happen. On the day, of course I give jobs out, but I'm the one reminding Uncle x to make the bread sauce, showing PIL where the wine is so he can serve it etc. it's fucking hard work and the moment where the mum in the ad flops onto the lowest chair to a cursory thank you looks painfully familiar.
Yeah, we're kind of a 70s family in that way and yeah, I feel pretty guilty about it, but there are good reasons why right now this works for us (not least the DH's ridiculous work schedule).
What I hate about this ad, though, is that it fast-forwards to the moment after I serve dinner on Christmas day, when i have sweated through my new Christmas jumper, my jolly nickel-based Christmas earrings have turned my ears black and red, my hastily-applied mascara has come off and I'm just too pissed to be polite any more. Not what I want from my Christmas ads. At this time of year, I want to be looking forward to the fantasy... Smiling children, glitter, magic, family enjoying each other's company etc.
So sexist - yes, but representative - yes (in a metaphorical way at very least). But more importantly, just a bad ad.