49 It’s like a heatwave burning in my heart

When we woke up this morning at 7am it was already 33°C. In the house. Nothing to do but pack our gear and head to the park IMMEDIATELY.

Today, our gear was: a towel featuring a sexy nekkid lady surrounded by crocodiles, a complete change of clothes for Mr Toddler, a bottle full of tap water, two bananas, a bag of rice crackers, swim diapers, the Saturday and Sunday copies of the Toronto Star (both still unread), a pink ball, a toy stroller, and one baby doll.

It’s always a little bit cooler in the park. It’s a large park, with lots of tall shady trees, and a big wading pool that seems to bring the temperature down a bit.

We’re home now. He’s passed out upstairs, grimy and wet and exhausted. I’m chugging water and trying to work myself up to doing some chores. It’s cooler inside the house than it is outside, which is a small relief. Environment Canada tells me it feels like 46°C out there. Is that even possible?

It’s hard to do anything in this weather. Even sitting kind of wears me out. I think mayeb I should lie down. The thought of throwing on a load of laundry fills me with dread. (As it should, we’re supposed to be conserving energy.) I barely eat anything, except a slice of watermelon here and there, maybe a strawberry. My skin is constantly sweaty and dirty. I took a cold shower this morning and was comfortable for five minutes or so. Then, suddenly, I was completely covered in a thin sheen of sweat and sunscreen and grime. The stuff under my nails has to be seen to be believed.

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