41,760 minutes later and Ramadan is finally over. And not a minute too soon as I was hanging on by a very thin thread.
Aside from losing more weight, developing even darker under eye circles, and taking multiple steps backwards in my eczema recovery, I am pleased to report that I actually came away from the experience having learned a few things:
- Ali will never hesitate or feel bad asking me to make him lunch when I’m fasting.
- I really can get sick of thinking/hearing/reading about food. Food Network and I are on a break.
- I am an impatient person and nothing in the world is going to change that. Least of all Ramadan.
On a separate note, my dad claims you can ask for absolutely anything during Ramadan and it will come true. I had my doubts since my dad says a lot of stuff that makes no sense, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to test his little theory.
So I sat down, shut my eyes really tight, and wished upon a star that my husband would clean up his crap. And guess what?
It worked. Miracles do happen.