Every summer it's the same story.
I feel major guilt for paying my older kids to babysit my younger kids, thereby depriving them of freedom to play and enjoy activities with friends due to responsibility. I remember fondly all my summers filled with playing outside all day, every day. (Thanks, Madre!)
My son got invited to hang out with friends tomorrow, but I called every person I could think of to replace him as babysitter, and not one person is available.
It never fails that every summer I wish more than ever I were a successful artist who could be home during the day for my kids.
I'm so sorry.