Monday wasn't so bad--little bit of shopping early to get a few things that we didn't find at the specific Walmart we went to on Saturday. Then swim lessons for the kids (they froze, getting out--it was about 71 degrees when we got there at 10:00, and 72 degrees when we were leaving, and cloudy). Got home, got little bits of housework done, and it wasn't a strain.
Tuesday...little different, there. Tuesday was my oldest aunt's birthday.* So, I did my housework all before we left for the kids' swim lessons at 9:45, and got the kids rousted through getting ready to swim. And getting their clothes packed to take with us. And packing stuff so my sister didn't have to plan and make supper like she was doing lunch. And we left.
Swim lessons went great. And the kids were mostly happy on the way up to their granny's for my aunt's birthday lunch.** But. My aunts. The two youngest decided it was time to remind me why I hate holidays and family get-togethers: they bickered and fought and competed for attention the entire fucking day. And they did this on their older sister's birthday. The one who's been helping them out and taking care of them. And I couldn't just leave, because the other half was bringing up my old recumbent exercise bike for my mom who can't walk far anymore, but needs to move so she can keep being able to move.
And the stress and the extra effort put in dropped me right into a fever- and pain-spiking, brain-fogged CFS attack. Tuesday evening was bad, yesterday was worse, and today's still...not good. Better than yesterday, but still not good. Pain levels aren't as bad, but energy levels are still really low, and brain fog levels are high (even though not as bad as yesterday).
Through that, though, I've still managed to not fall behind on the critical chores: dishes, cats' box, and bathrooms. They're now autopilot habits.
Next week will, I hope, be easier: I'll have the kids' swim lessons, but that's all I've got on the docket for right now.
*My mother had an older brother (leukemia took him in...'88, I think), and three younger sisters--the one with the birthday yesterday is 7 years younger than mom. The other two are 10 and 12 years younger.
**My oldest aunt still lives in my grandma's house. It's at the top of the driveway, and Mom's house is at the bottom of the driveway.
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