The Price of Laziness

I've probably pumped over 500 times since Mason was born. I think this constitutes a Pro status. Well today like always, I'm sitting in the pumping room at work, scrolling through Facebook and playing Words with Friends to kill the half hour it takes to get my 5 ounces. As I finish, I look down and notice my left bra cup is drenched in milk. I must have lost good suction at some point and wasted a good half ounce. How the heck did I not notice? Now I'm going to smell like milky for the rest of the day. By the end of the day, I'm sure I'll smell like spoiled milk. Oh the fun! Guess tonight will be a laundry night as I rush to get my Christmas cards out. For those that will say, why didn't you use your handsfree pumping bra? I just didn't want to deal with the hassle of taking off my sweater and normal bra. . . The price of laziness. At least this is better than that one time I was texting back and forth with Ashley Lollis and realized I was overflowing. Wet bra beats wet work pants any day of the week. Hope this gave you a chuckle for your Thursday morning.