“The teachers are counting down, the students are hyping up, the pools are about to open, and everyone’s ready for some good summer fun! Everyone except those of us who don’t get a break. The faint tune of the ice cream truck on a Tuesday afternoon is all the gut-punch it takes to make my eyes swell with tears.”

‘There’s one season that really brings out my working mom guilt. Hint, hint, it’s the same as swimsuit season.’

‘Here’s the thing: I no longer give any sh*ts.’ Mom’s hilarious realization about the final weeks of school until summertime
“I roll over and force myself to open my eyes. ‘I have no pants,’ she says, inches from my face. ‘AGAIN.'”