Life has this built-in funny little quirk where the moment you acquire anything remotely enjoyable, it instantly transforms into communal property, especially if it contains water and the promise of splashing chaos. For one fresh homeowner, the dream of a peaceful backyard oasis lasted about as long as it took her sister to wake up and smell the chlorine. Suddenly, her hard-earned sanctuary became the neighborhood’s loudest, wettest, and most unsupervised day camp, starring three tiny hurricanes who treat peace and quiet like it’s an urban legend.

It’s one of those unwritten family rules: if you have a pool, you’re not just a sibling, you’re a lifeguard, snack bar, and janitor rolled into one. The kids, armed with limitless energy and zero volume control, turn every visit into a splashy, shrieking free-for-all, complete with indoor sprints, snack wrappers, and the occasional aquatic biohazard. The adults, meanwhile, are expected to smile serenely and accept that «family comes first» means «your boundaries come last.»