The shitty scarcity mindset that looms low over July is an easy breezy summery Sword of Damocles warning parents (who am I kidding, MOMS, I mean moms) to MAKE IT MAGIC OR ELSE. EMBRACE EVERY MILLISECOND OF WHIMSY LEST YOU FAIL FAIL FAIL!! But like, come on, be so fucking for real? Even if I were home and fabulously wealthy, it’s not like I could make two and a half months of nonstop magic. Making nonstop magic is not a requirement for the job. Love is, goes the Hallmark ending to this paragraph. Blorf!!