Friday, August 12, 2011

I'm up...Now what?

Okay. I'm up. I don't know what's up with my internal clock, but lately I've been waking up almost every night at some point between 1 and 4 a.m., and it's a) quite frustrating and b) still frustrating. Especially since last night I drank enough wine to put a horse down.

Don't judge me.

Every time I have one of these mid-night crisises (er...crises?), I inevitably attempt to sneak into our bathroom without bothering Joe. And without fail I always see the irridescent glow of the clock splashing across the room as he checks what time I'm getting up. It's as if he's saying, "Really, Reagan? I was sleeping, and then you got up."

Don't judge me, Joe.

I notice this unfolding because I always seem to believe I can sneak into our bathroom and furtively pee in the dark (without disturbing him, mind you) with the door open. Which some people seem to have problems with, but I clearly don't have boundaries when it comes to privacy so please don't judge me because it's really dark in there!

So, since I'm up, I figured I'd put what I made for dinner on display. As an old married lady (how long is a person technically a newlywed?), I pride myself on putting dinner on the table. Last night was meatloaf night. I love meatloaf night.

Forgive the picture quality. I'm lobbying for something more impressive than my Canon Powershot, but this is it for now.

I don't know if you can tell, but that's bacon carmelizing under a layer of brown-sugar and mustard-laced chili sauce, and it's mmm-mmm good! It was so pretty, I decided to take a picture, even though the loaf pan is pretty much a disaster. I am clearly becoming a domestic goddess. That is, if one can be a domestic goddess through cooking alone. Because I don't do the other stuff, like clean bathtubs or toilets. Or scrub floors. Or tend children (which technically isn't my fault because there are no little cuckoos in this nest yet).

Did I mention there's bacon on top? I'm clearly still in a sodium-induced stupor. I can sense a little judgement coming from the weight watchers out there...or is it envy?


  1. You've been married for over a year and you still worry about waking your husband up in the middle of the night? Joe needs to learn to sleep heavier. Duh, it's always the husband's fault.

  2. Thank God you described that dish because it looks like something I wouldn't feed the cat... Then you said 'bacon...'