Felicity is in trouble.
Apart from the many, many other things she has been doing of late (including mischievous morning activities that have woken up the baby...for which she is very lucky that she is not homeless), she has been trying to chew on anything and everything she can find.
Today she tried to gnaw on part of my [very expensive] breast pump. I didn't leave it out irresponsibly - I was in the middle of using it! So I go to shoo her away before she can puncture the plastic, and it causes me to spill almost half of the milk I had just been pumping.
I was livid. This is my body. This is my child's nourishment, which I had just labored (not very comfortably) to retrieve. And it spilled all over my clothes when I was trying to get ready to go to choir practice.
It had already been a tough day and I'm not feeling well, so that might have contributed to this, but I actually teared up I was so upset about the loss.
Yes, that is correct: I literally cried over spilled milk.
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I'm sorry!! As you know, I also hate my cat. I'm sorry you've joined the kitty haters club!
ReplyDeleteyou should never feel bad for crying over the spilling of "liquid gold." I mean really it's not like you can just hope on over to Target or Wal-Mart and pick some up. You go right on and shed a few tears, we have all been there.
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