Have you noticed that it is a tat on the hot side, yep, me too and I am terribly British in which I love a good moan about the weather. So let’s look at my
accurate portray of what it is like to experience going through a heatwave.
You know you are going through a heatwave when every sentence, every hour of the day is announcing to anyone who is listening, ‘It’s hot’. Because no one obviously has noticed that big yellow ball in the sky.
You go bat shit crazy in the supermarket for multi packs of ice lollies like your life depends on it.
You love your fan like a family member.
Never has a cold shower felt so good until your child decides to walk in on you and declare you have a hole.
You get beyond frustrated at stupid questions asked by children about who is the smelliest when really all that matters right now is trying to concentrate on cramming as may ice cubes as possible into your cup.
You worry your bladder may explode because you have drank your weight in cold drinks in just one day.
Your pillow has never felt so pumped then during this heatwave with constantly turning over the pillow at night.
You suddenly become a raging manic woman over the tiniest of things because you fuse has finally blown and throwing wet pants on mummy’s head tips her right over that edge.
The dreaded bedtime you have to do. The ultimate question, should or should you not open the windows? Where the bedroom is like a fucking sauna and outside is just noise from people constantly revving and horn beeping timed just around the bed time hour. Don’t they know these people outside having fun at bedtime hour makes this mama very, very angry.
You pine for autumn so hard, please bring it back, because I don’t know if I can cope with any more under boob sweat.
Cheers for reading X