I'm quite sure that most of you reading this are aware of the day... or just as likely, you're reading this days or weeks later and asking yourself what the hell I'm talking about, it's a perfectly normal Thursday that has nothing to do with relatives of any persuasion. However, for me, it is 9:27 in the morning on a grittily cheerful Sunday, and my mother and father are supposed to arrive in roughly three hours. Since my father is frequently punctual and occasionally early, and my mother is obsessively a half-hour late, I have no idea what time they'll actually arrive at, but the official Time Of Arrival is 12:30, I'm going to be dressed and cleaned up and such by 11:30 if I can.

I will also have Ryan awake, looking relatively Protectorish, and not sleeping in my bed.

*sigh*

Yes, I'm still doing my level best to keep my mother in the dark regarding my sex life. It's easier that way, it honestly is - if I tell her all the things she claims to want to know, she threatens to disown me, does her best to make my life difficult, and goes out of her way to tell the people involved in said life that I 'don't want them, really, I'm just covering for a fear of abandonment'. *twitch*

This is frustrating mostly because I know my Dad will be here, and I really REALLY try not to lie to him, or even misrepresent the truth. I like my Dad, he's honest and open and he actually treats me like a human instead of some sort of diseased hamster (yes, another slam at my mother, can you tell I really don't like her?). I want to be able to tell him what I've gone through, what I'm going through. He really IS the father I want.

*sighs again*

...Which makes it all the more difficult when he and my mother are in the same space as I am. I don't want to antagonize her and don't want to give her any more reasons to fuck with my life. I don't want to hide anything from him.

Tough decision time, yes.

Anyway, plans for today are as follows: get picked up by folks at some point after noon-ish, go with them to the Mothers' Day celebration that's being held at my aunt's place - this is my dad's side of the family and I like them. After that, get them to take me by Dixons' long enough to wish Deb a happy Mothers' Day and to give her a card, possibly to call Caleb (since he knows I'll be headed over there at some point and I promised to ask if we could call him while I was there so he could talk to me too), definitely to set up a Possible Day to come over and mess around with stamp stuff. Following that, possibly dinner with my folks, then headed home to hide and recuperate with Ryan.

Monday, my mother will be picking me up at a time we have not yet set (read: 1/2 hour after whatever time I ask her to pick me up at), taking me to the SSI office to get my Social Security card (I need to mail in OHP paperwork on Monday and for that I need a copy of said card as well as a copy of my driver's license), taking me to the clinic for a round of bloodwork, taking me to breakfast or lunch or something, then taking me to Cambor's for the I.V. which I REALLY need.

My body has started giving me those nasty random cravings that it only gives when I'm either pregnant or massively deficient in assorted vitamins and minerals. This is decidedly unpleasant and has led to my decision that YES, I need the I.V. as soon as possible.

Err.

It's now 9:37 and I need to get a shower, get something in my stomach, and try to figure out why I feel queasy today... it's not the anti-seizure pills because I have NOT taken any since yesterday afternoon, but it might be hunger since I've not eaten anything yet today and it might be flu since apparently Dixon Household has a bit of same. Of course, it might actually BE the anti-seizure pills if I actually am allergic to them - an allergic reaction to something I took or ate can last up to three days in my system. I'm thinking that the best plan will be to find something to nibble on, take some antihistamines, then get my shower.

I was stopping this entry, really I was.

Ryan is sound asleep on the bed right now with ink all over his back... I'm still in my semi-obsessive Draw On Things mood, and well, he sleeps VERY soundly. *grin*

I'm gonna go hunt down something edible.

Hopefully.

Why do most major holidays only result in inconvenience instead of celebration?