// I am dreading fathers day today. Fiona asked me why I "had to" go and I said - because it's not just him. To not go would be to declare war, and the fallout would be my mom and half my cousins and my brother/SIL/ niblings. I am not taking that option off the table, but there are other choices before we hit Roman soldier levels of burning it all to the ground and salting the earth.
I woke up with an ice-pick headache (weird! What a surprising choice by my body! Whatever could have caused it!) and I still have to make a lemon meringue pie for my brother. And get ready. And drive an hour.
Ways I Am Caring For Myself:
- I get all the special iced drinks I want.
- I am wearing my Gulf of Mexico shirt which is sure to piss him off
- I am staying 2 hours max and leaving
- I am coming home to shower, put on a comfort movie, drink a glass of wine, and GO TO BED AT A REASONABLE TIME.
- so I can drink coffee and read a book on the porch tomorrow morning before it gets too hot












