I am swiffering this morning and keep seeing these little dried spots on the floor. Where did they come from?
And then I realize - they are from me. I have dripped breast milk all over my house.
Yick.
*to clarify - I can't stand to wear a bra at night, so that means no pads. As soon as I pick Gerald up, I am ready for him to eat, but we have to walk into the living room first. So there is a distinct trail from my room down the hall to the living room.
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your post made me laugh....it brightened my morning...but now I have the image of you drippinng bm all over the house:)
I'm still trying to figure out how this is possible.....
hmmm I think you need a cat!
Ahhh, my favorite was waking up with my shirt SOAKING wet, but I do enjoy the mopping story though. Eh, at least it's organic, it's not that bad:)
I too am not quite sure how that happened. You must be a mass bm producer :)
OMG I'm not sure if I wanted to know that or not but I am laughing my ass off right now...
So i was grossed out at Laura's post. Now im officially grossed out. It's like you guys didn't want me to eat dinner tonight.
I sometimes pump while I drive home... the stearing wheel of the truck has all this dried crusty breastmilk on it.
ROTFL I thought your post hysterical, and then I get to read Laura's too? You two crack me up. Way to multi-task Laura. I thought it was bad looking over at the car next to me and catching someone picking their nose.
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