Pit relief

Mondays are my wake-up days, hello to big laundry days, dishes, dirt, and toilet days. Not saying that any of those things get done, I just become aware of their pile-up. There tends to be several readjustments, big breaths, and if I'm lucky, a load of socks to put away. Performance is variable: fatigue, weakness, headaches, brain fog, bitchiness, all take turns with intensity, but there is never any wobble, that disappears some time in the night. Monday is usually a good homeschooling day, having just returned from her weekly weekend while on treatment sleepovers, we're both fresh and a little more tolerant. All things said, Mondays are my favorite days (next to Fridays), though chores rein, the pit relief is beautiful, shiny, light. I'm finally out, free, and it takes a lot more to make me cry. This is when I'm most hopeful, time remaining a breeze, next Saturday forever away, and laughter leaks out almost like it used to.