Weekly Schedule

On Monday, I struggle to get back to work

It's as if my brain resets over the weekend.

All fog and fatigue.

But a babygirl has to earn at least a little money

in this capitalist hellhole.

Tuesday, I try to move my body,

They say working out is good for anxiety and sleep.

I should probably start swimming again regularly.

At this point, I don't care about the weight I’ve gained,

I don’t intend on hating my body until the end of my existence.

I know I'm grown & I know I’m sexy.

On Wednesday, I play with my nephews,

Innocent children's laughter fills my heart,

I cover them with kisses, their skin is so soft, their cheeks so plump.

Jolis Garçons. I wish I had more energy for them.

Maybe I already passed the patience’s threshold required for motherhood ?

Thursday evening, I meet my girlfriends for dinner.

Judith has just started a new job,

Sadio isn't sure she wants children

It's been a long time since we've seen Tania.

I still owe her some money.

Are we going to see the new exhibition at the Musée de l'Immigration?

We have to leave quickly though, before the last train -that's that Banlieue life,

You get used to it.

On Friday, I finally watch that film

It's been on my list for a long time

Now I understand why it's a classic.

But damn, the stereotype is true

The French talk a lot in their movies.

I'll watch the second one next week,

It’s a trilogy.

Saturday morning, I'm lounging in bed,

Finishing the spicy new novel Kennedy Ryan dropped last week.

Later, I'll do yoga, and a facemask,

Plus, I said I'd journal more regularly

But I'll probably smoke and sleep all day.

Maybe flick my bean too:

About that, I think I need a new toy.

Sunday is for cleaning my room.

I'm always suprised by how messy I am.

There's a pile of clothes waiting to be washed.

I ain’t got no clean panty left.

No idea what I’m gonna have for lunch,

or dinner

I'll never be domestic, I don’t how other adult women do it.

But everyday

Everyday I pretend to myself,

That I'm not looking for you

Wherever I go

That I'm not waiting for you

Laid down on my bed

That I do no wish to share all my meals with you

on a corner of my always messy table

That I do not wish to end every day

gently tucked in your arms.

That I'm not terrified

Our paths will never cross.

(Collages made by a cute girlie on Pinterest named eemaneee)