Monday, February 20, 2012
Yesterday I went grocery shopping. I wish I could say I drove myself there, but, no. My husband dropped me off and picked me up about an hour and a half later. But, I achieved this. I went grocery shopping. I had to take a Zomig and an Ibuprofen 800 in the midst of my shopping to squelch a burgeoning migraine, but I did it. I successfully went grocery shopping, alone. When did my life become this? When did grocery shopping become a Herculean task worthy of celebration upon completion?