You know you’ve been throwing too much sugar around when, at 2 in the morning while deep in slumber, your subconscious becomes suddenly, urgently vocal about baked goods:
Me: (loudly, eyes closed) I can’t figure out how many to put in each bag…
Husband: (half-asleep) What?
Me: The cookies…
Him: What cookies?
Me: The prices…
Him: Are you talking to me?
Me: The prices are too high…
Him: Tammy, are you awake?
Him: Are you awake?
Me: (eyes still closed) Stop talking to me, I’m trying to sleep.
Him: You woke me up. (rolling back over)
I can’t tell you how disappointed I am that my rousing dreams of late revolve around holiday bake sales.