It’s the first week of summer, which means my house has somehow become louder, messier, and snack-depleted by 10:07 a.m. I forgot how long these days are. The kids are thrilled to be free, I’m already Googling summer camps with immediate openings, and we’ve only just begun.
Parenting in summer feels like a mix of joy, survival, and wondering why there’s sunscreen on the ceiling. These tweets capture all of it—chaos, comedy, and the low-grade exhaustion we’re all just pretending isn’t permanent.