Ever feel like your life is an audition you never signed
up for? Imagine growing up in a household where
vacuuming was a competitive sport, dishwashing felt
like Hell’s Kitchen: Hygiene Edition, drawer-opening
techniques that could seemingly rival a Buckingham
Palace heist…
and coughing? That is practically treason.
Packed with dry wit and painfully relatable moments,
this hilarious memoir explores what it’s like to grow up
under the reign of a matriarch who holds everyone to
impossible standards—except herself. Spoiler: even
robots would struggle to pass her test.