1973 here. Just turned 50 a little over a month ago. (I advise against it: Turn back if you can.) Parent to (2) GenZ teen daughters. I am beginning to feel like a reality-TV-era Ozzy, shuffling around in slippers, befuddled through my house, occasionally yelling "Sharooooon?" (worsened by the fact that my Domestic Administrator's name is "Emily") because I can't find my socks.
And don't even get me started on kids these days... Actually, hang on: I think some of them might be on my lawn...
And don't even get me started on kids these days... Actually, hang on: I think some of them might be on my lawn...