I just finished pumping and was in my kitchen pouring the milk into bottles. As I reached for the cap to close one bottle I accidently knocked over an entire bottle of fresh breastmilk. As the 4 oz of milk fell all over my kitchen floor I thought I was going to cry. There goes 30 minutes of my life and one feeding for my son.
Also, I hate “football day.” Basically my husband because a lump of a human being and refuses to leave the house or do anything all day because football is on all day. What a waste of a Sunday.