Okay, so I'm writing this on July 1st, which I swear is the hottest day of the year so far.

It’s so hot today. Like, I'm actually melting. And as a Northerner, I’m just not cut out for this kind of heat. 

Please tell me I’m not the only one who completely shuts down in the heat? Everything slows down - thinking, moving, functioning - and when I say “everything,” I really just mean me. If it weren’t for the fear of judgement, I’d be rolling on the floor just to get around.

And because I love to make solid life choices, I did a spin class this morning. Don’t get me wrong - great class - but now I’m a sweaty mess, sitting here, drinking a hot coffee like that’s a smart follow-up.

Headache incoming. Excellent work, me. 👏☕🔥

You know what? This morning something truly tragic happened.

Luke asked how old my sister is - it’s her birthday soon - so I started doing the mental maths, and I suddenly realised....

I’m older than I thought I was.

Like, I genuinely believed I was 41. I’m 42.

Not “almost 42.” Not “basically 41.” I am, fully, 42 years old.

The worst part? I’ve been telling people I’m 41. Confidently. I genuinely believed it.

Just the other day, I was chatting to the receptionist at work and I said I was 42 - then immediately corrected myself: “Wait no, I’m 41! I’ve added a year!”

Nope. Turns out I was right the first time. I am 42.

What makes it better (or worse?) is that we were literally talking about menopause and forgetfulness - and I was all, “Oh I’ve got a few years before that starts.”

Mmm… not so sure anymore.

Especially since that entire convo started because I forgot the word watering can. Like, fully blanked. Just stood there like, “You know, the thing you water plants with?”

Also - please tell me I’m not the only one who sees a random headline on their phone and immediately takes it as confirmation that they’re doing fine? Come on, you do that, right?

Like the other day, I saw one that said something along the lines of:

“Beer is good for hydration.”

And I thought - great. I’m hot. I’m thirsty. I need a beer.

Yes, I ignored literally everything I know about alcohol being dehydrating. My brain just went, “Shhh, let’s go with it.”

Then I got to the self-checkout and it didn’t ask for approval. You know, like it usually does. I panicked, thinking I’d accidentally grabbed non-alcoholic beer. I really wasn't emotionally ready for that.

But it was okay as it was alcoholic. I double-checked as soon as I got home. So hey, I’m officially hydrated now, just like that headline promised. 🍻

OH - and another headline said:

“Disaster-style parenting is the key to happiness.”

And honestly? That felt like a big, reassuring hug. Because that’s exactly how I’ve been parenting all along.

I mean, I didn’t actually read the article - just the headline. That was enough confirmation for me. I thought, Perfect. I’m doing this all right. Carry on, me.

So yeah - this is where I’m at: forgetting my own age, overheating on purpose, and fully relying on clickbait to justify all my life choices.

Anyone else doing the same? 

Please tell me I’m not the only one.