It happens for about 5 minutes each year. In fact, if you blink, you’ll miss it. But in those 5 minutes, a lot can happen.
And so, as if the stresses of every day life, the war in Ukraine, the rising bills and taxes, and the small matter of a political crisis in the UK weren’t enough, we had a couple of heatwaves too.
We are going through the second one and I’m at my wits end.
My house is like an oven (probably all houses are in this country, with these temperatures), and even after the sun goes down, it takes a long time for the bedrooms to cook down.
Add a little sprinkle of “I am scared to leave the windows open when I go to sleep Mommy” kind of speech, and all hell breaks lose.
In the last few nights, it’s as if the bedtime routine has gone out the window.
These 2 smarty pants will use any excuse to come out of the room. Tonight alone, it’s been two or three times each.
The last one I would laugh out loud if I wasn’t already so annoyed… on the brink of losing my sanity…
Knowing full well (after some assertive words not even 10 minutes before) that he’s not to come out of the room unless it’s an emergency, Mr A thought it was of the utmost importance to come knocking on my door to inform me that the dishwasher is finished. Needless to say, that one didn’t go unanswered.
There’s kids underground in make shift refuges trying to survive bombs in the same continent as us.
There’s forest fires ranging in Portugal and people being told to evacuate their homes, taking only the basics with them and leaving everything else. That’s real despair.
And my kids are going ballistic over a little heat.
Come on!! When it’s cold you are so strong and brag out loud “I’m a Brit, I can handle it”. Well, you are also Portuguese, so surely you should be able to take on a little heat…