🧠 Why Does Summer Require a Master’s Degree in Adulting?!

🧠 Why Does Summer Require a Master’s Degree in Adulting?!

Season 3, Episode 25 – Burnt Out Perfectionist

One minute it’s freezing and you’re digging your kid’s hoodie out of the laundry pile, the next it’s 34°C and you’re melting like a forgotten popsicle. Welcome to Canadian summer, where there's no warning, no chill, and apparently—no SPF strong enough.

In this episode, we dive face-first into the seasonal chaos that makes summer feel like a full-time job. From sun poisoning to surprise thunderstorms, ADHD burnout, and the annual backyard Charlotte’s Web situation… we weren’t ready, and honestly? We’re not okay.

☀️ Topics We Ranted (Lovingly) About:

  • Sara’s mission to plan Family Fun Night with 20 volunteers out of 100 🙃

  • Eve’s yearly dance with sun hives (yes, sun hives)

  • Hammocks as a form of therapy

  • Why tinted sunscreen either turns you orange, ghostly, or ruins your entire bathroom drawer

  • That feeling of never being “caught up,” even with longer days

  • The chaos of summer adulting: booking hockey in June, buying SPF in March, and prepping for Halloween in May

🧴 Real Talk: Sunscreen Is a Scam

We talk about why sunscreen packaging needs a redesign, how we keep getting tricked by tinted formulas, and why Australian Gold needs to bring back the pale version of its mineral SPF immediately.

🧠 ADHD + Summer = Overheat Mode

We cover how ADHD brains react to the seasonal switch: the impulsive routines, the pressure to make magical memories, and the sensory overload of wearing anything other than a Columbia terry cloth romper.


🎧 Listen to the Episode:

“Why Does Summer Require a Master’s in Adulting?!”
Now streaming on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, YouTube, and wherever you get your favorite chaos.


✨ Favorite Quote This Week:

“I got a carabiner and a dream.” – Eve, thriving in her new hammock era.


💬 Have summer chaos tips or SPF horror stories?

Drop them in the comments or message us @burntoutperfectionist. We’ll be outside—begrudgingly.

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