Anyone else reading The Sober Lush and not liking it?

I'm only on page 33, chapter 9, and I plan to keep reading because I like the spirit of the book, but did anyone else read this with their eyebrows glued to their forehead?

I'm sorry - onr author recounting waking up hungover and reading Madeleine to her kids in a silk robe lined with fur? An entire segment about how it's okay to be an adult and take a day off work to block out the real world, to catch up on Black Mirror in your jammies? An artist/writer's retreat helping one of the authors realize the beauty in nature?

Did anyone else find this book coming from an EXTREMELY privileged POV? Where are the stories about how to live sober when work sucks and you can't skip it? What about when you don't get to see your kids or family? Who the fuck has money and time for an artists' retreat in the woods? Who among us is actually waking up hungover to do their makeup and hair in a robe?

Does this book get better? I REALLY like the core premise of it, but I'm cringing at every page. I don't want to downplay anyone's recovery story, but recovery sounds a lot easier when you're rich and have a ton of leisure time.

Tell me I'm wrong because I want to like this book. I just so far have found 0% of it relatable at all.