So I have this theory. (When I announced this to my husband he snickered and I said, "What, do I have a lot of theories?" "Yeah, kind of.")
1) Because I have to, because it would be embarrassing (and in the case of dinner, expensive) not to, I manage to put a home-cooked dinner on the table every night and have clean clothes for all five of us every morning. No matter how busy and lazy I am, those things get done--they're the standard.
2) Store-bought bread comes in two varieties: nasty (hydrogenated oils, high-fructose corn syrup, fake preservative smell) and cheap or good and expensive.
3) It doesn't take all that much hands-on effort to bake bread, especially if you have a machine. (I don't like to bake in the machine because of the weird paddle-hole, but it does a great job of kneading and raising).
So I think it would be eminently possible to bake all my own bread if I make it a clean-clothes-and-dinner-level priority. Starting today--wish me luck.