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?