Don’t cry over spilt milk. Unless of course it’s breastmilk, then go ahead and cry. Cry a lot.
On Tuesday, I was a bit of a hot mess. My kids were sick, I had to coordinate with my husband and my sister to figure out who could watch them, so I didn’t have to take any time off of work. I was a bit of a disaster – getting to work late and forgetting a bunch of stuff. One of the items I forgot was my icepack for my cooler where I keep my pumped milk. Not a huge deal, seeing as there’s a small refrigerator in the conference room where I can keep it. I double checked with my principal to make sure it was fine to leave it in there for the day. She laughed and joked that she hopes no one puts it in their coffee accidentally. To which I responded, “Enjoy the antibodies if they do!”
Ha. Ha. Ha. Oh, I’m so clever – moving on. The day is fine…busy. I’m worried about the kids. (When my kids are sick it triggers my anxiety big time.) I want to get home as soon as I can, so my husband can go work at our other house, so I get my milk from the fridge, and go to put it in the icepack less cooler. When I pick it up, it’s heavier than it should be. I open in up, and my heart immediately drops into my stomach. Continue reading “Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk”