Excuse the sensational title! And please donāt come at me because I already know how First World Problems this sounds, but honestly⦠what am I missing here?
Early 40s. One toddler. London. Two-bed flat. Nursery fees that currently resemble a second mortgage (Ā£1,000 a month). Actual mortgage now Ā£2,500 a month because apparently interest rates hikes decided weād all had enough joy in life.
I earn Ā£75k a year working for a giant billion dollar tech company, husband earns slightly more, and yet by the end of the month we both seem to just sit there and stare at each other thinking āwhere did it all go??!!ā
We havenāt had a holiday in two years. Saving? Hilarious. Moving to somewhere bigger? Only if we win the Euromillions or discover a wealthy elderly relative we didnāt know about.
But the thing thatās genuinely getting me down is this: I feel like I can no longer afford to maintain myself as a middle-aged woman. Not in a glamorous Real Housewives way⦠just basic ātry not to look like a sack of old s**tā way.
Hair = £200. Botox = apparently now the GDP of a small nation. Nails, beauty treatments, supplements, veneers, replacing make-up / skincare products⦠all somehow seem impossible now.
Before child + mortgage apocalypse + cost of living crisis, these things were manageable. Now every salon appointment feels like Iām applying for a bank loan.
And yes, I know Botox and balayage are luxuries before anyone tells me people are living off beans. I do know that. But I also work really hard, climbed the career ladder, got the degree, did all the supposedly sensible life things, and I honestly thought by your 40s youād reached the stage of life where you casually booked a haircut without first checking three banking apps and briefly considering selling your kidney on the black market.
Meanwhile everyone else online appears to have:
- immaculate hair
- matching gym sets
- glowing skin
- extensions
- bi-monthly spa days
- houses with utility rooms
- holidays in Tuscany
- children called Rafferty doing forest school in cashmere
HOW?
Are people secretly in massive debt? Is everyone getting parental help? Are there just far more seriously wealthy people around than I realised? Or am I catastrophically bad with money?
Because right now I genuinely feel like Iāve worked all this time just to become a permanently tired woman in a tiny London flat Googling āhow long can Botox realistically lastā to ensure I get my moneys worth!