My husband, Will, and I bought groceries over the weekend to ensure that we wouldn’t needlessly spend money on takeout. Which worked out fine for two evenings. But when you’re in the mood for Taco Bell, how can any other prepared meal at home compare?
So my sweet husband grabbed us dinner after a very full day of work. And after I had already had a bowl of cereal. And a handful of Jingle Jangle.
This is how the rest of my night unfolded:
8:13pm - Will arrives home with Taco Bell (AND a special surprise: fried chicken from KFC! Does he know romance, or what?!)
8:21pm - Ashley’s stuffed on an array of tacos and other food items she can’t properly pronounce. Like, really stuffed. Super, uncomfortably full.
9:19pm - Ashley’s dead to the world and asleep from a food coma. She reeks of sheer exhaustion and hot sauce.
12:30am - Will comes to bed and Ashley awakens in a groggy haze with horrible heartburn.
12:32am - Ashley stumbles to the bathroom for Tums and the first bathroom break of the night.
1:46am - Second bathroom break of the night. Has a hard time getting back to sleep because thoughts of when to finally schedule a hair appointment won’t stop popping into mind.
2:36am - Third bathroom break of the night. Ashley repositions the pillows and pets in bed without waking Will for several minutes unable to find comfort.
4:04am - Fourth bathroom break of the night. DEAR LORD, WHAT WAS IN THAT TACO BELL FOOD, MAGIC PEE RELATED BEANS?!
5:45am - Ashley wakes up from a nightmare involving her doctor calling her baby belly “weird” and stumbles back to the bathroom for the fifth time.
6:45am - Alarm goes off and gets put on snooze.
6:54am - Another snooze.
7:03am - Okay, just one more snooze. These not that restful nine minute increments in bed are addictive.
7:12am - Fine, we’re all up and we’re all starving! Ready to face another beautiful day!
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