“Oh crap!”
This was my thought when I was about half way home last night. (I may actually have yelled it out loud!) It was then that I realized that I had left my pump with my breastmilk in my office under my desk. Not as I was leaving my office, or walking down the steps to my car, or as I was putting my things in my car… No, not any of those convenient times. Only when I was at least 12 miles away. I quickly have the following conversation… (I’m pretty sure this was in my head)
Does it really matter? I’ve got some in the freezer Yes! I need everything in the freezer because I’m gone for a few days next week!
Will it last? Absoultely not! The ice pack will be totally melted in an hour.
Should I turn around? No, I promised 2-year old we’d go to the park tonight. It’s still relatively early, I’m sure Family Law Partner is still in the office… what’s her number? Why don’t I store co-worker’s direct lines in my office?
Should I guess the number? NO! You have a smartphone–look it up you fool!
Why is this happening in a deadzone?! Finally!
[Ringing] I hope she doesn’t screen my call. She’s totally screening my call. Great, I have to call New Male Associate. Is that embarassing? I really don’t care… I worked hard for that milk and I need it. CALL HIM NOW!
“Excuse me NMA, but can you put my breast milk in the fridge?”
And that’s why there’s two bags of breast milk in the fridge at work today.
RJ 