Summer vacation has started.
For kids — it’s freedom.
For parents — it’s operation survival.
First 2 days, we are all motivated.
We sit with them.
Explain routines.
Set expectations.
“Sleep early.”
“Wake up early.”
“Limited screen time.”
Kids nod like they are attending a corporate meeting.
Day 3…
Everything collapses.
Suddenly:
- Screen time becomes unlimited plan
- Night becomes day
- Day becomes night
- Breakfast happens at lunch time
- Lunch happens at… who knows
And parents?
We are just trying to figure out what time zone this house is operating in.
Routine?
Gone.
Kitchen?
Always active.
Utensils?
Never-ending.
Clothes?
Always in some stage —
washing / drying / folding / ignoring.
Earlier:
You had a system.
- Breakfast at fixed time
- Work slots
- Cleaning schedule
- Some peace
Now?
Everything is on-demand service.
“Amma… hungry.”
“Appa… bored.”
“WiFi not working.”
“Remote where?”
And slowly…
House becomes:
- Messy
- Noisy
- Alive
- And honestly… a little happy
Because somewhere in this chaos,
there is laughter.
There are random conversations.
Late night stories.
Unexpected bonding.
But still…
When you realise there are 65 more days left…
You don’t react.
You just stare into space…
And take a deep breath.
Summer vacation is not for kids alone.
It is a test for parents:
- Patience
- Flexibility
- And ability to survive without routine
And maybe…
That’s the real lesson.
Not controlling everything.
But learning to live inside the chaos.