As an overwhelmed Gen X parent, I’m surviving the madness of my life with a mix of sarcasm and pure exhaustion. My adult kids treat my house like their personal Airbnb, while my Gen Alpha crew acts like I’m their 24/7 entertainment center. It’s like trying to keep matte lipstick from caking after eating something oily. Girl … it’s gonna come part at some point. That’s my life: chaotic, constantly in need of fixing, but somehow, I’m still fucking rocking it. Every day’s a balancing act that usually ends with me smirking at my beautiful mess.
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