OP, I assume that you're young and are not speaking from a perspective of any personal experience. I could say that you're talking out of your a**e, but that would be rude.
So, how easy was it for previous generations? I asked my mother, who had her first child in 1955, what life was like for her.
My parents' first home was a 2nd floor flat in a victorian house in London. The flat had 2 rooms: a sitting room and a bedroom. That's right, no kitchen and no bathroom! That was by no means unusual in those days for a relatively cheap rented flat. There was a sink and an ancient gas stove on the landing, for their exclusive use. The bathroom and lavatory were on the floor below them - and shared with the occupants of 2 other flats, on the ground and first floors.
Picture this. My mum brought her newborn baby back to this accommodation. Imagine the difficulties she faced with laundry (all done by hand in the sink on the landing, with hot water having to be made by putting pans on the stove. Nappies were boiled on the stove in a metal bucket, then put through a mangle, then hung on a wooden clothes horse next to a small electric fire.
There was no way that my mother could have gone back to work (she was a skilled shorthand typist/secretary) as there was nobody to look after the baby.
My dad had 3 jobs - an office job during the week, a shop assistant on Saturdays and he ran a small business from home, making cheap jewellery, which he sold by mail order by putting ads in the paper and in post office windows.
By the time I was born, 2 years after my elder sibling, dad had saved enough for us to move to a first floor flat with 2 bedrooms and its own kitchenette and bathroom. When I was 3, he had had a couple of promotions at work and saved enough to put a deposit on a house in Kent.
I am forever grateful to my parents for the sacrifices they made to try to give us all a better life.
We were always hard up when I was growing up. Until I was about 6 or 7, I had only one pair of shoes per year, which were usually bought in September for the new school year. When they became too small, as they inevitably did, my mother would use a razor blade to carefully cut the toe end of the uppers off the shoes, so that I could still wear them without them hurting my feet. I went to school with those shoes on. There were some children at my school who had no shoes at all.
This was life in the early 1960s. Food, clothes, electrical goods, just about everything was very expensive compared with nowadays.
My mother's life was one of non-stop housework, shopping, cooking, sewing, mending and knitting. She had no time for anything else. I don't consider her to be "luckier" than me by any stretch of the imagination!
Some of this is from my own memory, most has been told by my mum, who's in her 90s now and still going strong (well, still going anyway, maybe not so strong any more).