|That's not me, but that's how I feel.|
Last week I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism and vitamin D deficiency.
I know what you're thinking. That's the same response my husband had. He might as well have said, "So?" As diagnoses go, these aren't terribly earth-shattering. But to me, it was sweet vindication.
Finally, I had
Only in my dreams. I cooked dinner that night, just like every other night of my life. The kids complained about what I served, just like every other night of my life. I'm still cooking dinner every night. The kids are still complaining. And I still can't put onions in anything.