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in which being exhausted makes me stupid
Aug. 7th, 2006 04:40 pmThe other day I wrote that I was annoyed with myself for having accidentally left my pumped breastmilk at the office. (Of course I have to do this on Friday so the milk is sitting out all weekend and gets ruined.) I wrote that I thought it was in the bathroom, and sure enough, it was. I left the cooler bag on the shelf where I put it while I peed. (as an aside, several other women here apparently leave their makeup bags in the bathroom as a matter of course -- is it just me or is that weird?)
Then, to compound the indignity, today I forgot to bring to the office the pumping supplies that I so diligently washed last night through a near-blinding haze of exhaustion. I just typed out a whole long explanation of what that meant, but suffice it to say I had to do some creative rearranging of my milk today, plus I nearly panicked when I thought that I had enough bottles but not enough lids. Fortunately, it turned out that there were more lids lurking in the bottom of my work bag. (and someone online pointed out that, in a real pinch, I could always just buy a bottle of water, drink it, and store my milk in that. Yeesh. You'd think I could have come up with that on my own, considering that I actually have an empty water bottle sitting on my desk.)
Unfortunately, buying more parts isn't going to completely solve this problem (albeit I have been doing that anyway -- it turns out that both Target and CVS carry cheapo generic bottles that fit my pump; but they don't come with lids, just nipples, so I still need to buy more lids), because ultimately no matter how many bottles and lids I own, there comes a time when they all make their way back home, unless I'm really diligent about washing them and bringing them back to the office. Which, clearly, I am not. So I guess I need some kind of system for this, or something. Fortunately, though, there's a CVS not too far from the office, so in a real pinch I could go buy some more bottles. Not that that really qualifies as having a system, although it might count as a contingency plan.
Anyway, the bottom line is that no matter how on top of things I feel I am, how much I pat myself on the back for having thought of everything despite being exhausted to the point of incoherence, nevertheless, there will always be something that slips through the cracks. Do I sound fatalistic? You would too if you had just had a weekend like I had.
Before I forget, a belated happy birthday to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sandykidd, mother of the most ridiculously humongous baby in the world ;) and since I don't think I posted this one here yet, check out the proof -- a picture of my nice normal-sized baby ;) alongside her gargantuan cousin. ( clicky clicky )
And now since I spent my entire pumping break typing this post, I don't have time to reread it, so I fear it may be incoherent. Ah well. Coherence is overrated (unlike sleep).
Then, to compound the indignity, today I forgot to bring to the office the pumping supplies that I so diligently washed last night through a near-blinding haze of exhaustion. I just typed out a whole long explanation of what that meant, but suffice it to say I had to do some creative rearranging of my milk today, plus I nearly panicked when I thought that I had enough bottles but not enough lids. Fortunately, it turned out that there were more lids lurking in the bottom of my work bag. (and someone online pointed out that, in a real pinch, I could always just buy a bottle of water, drink it, and store my milk in that. Yeesh. You'd think I could have come up with that on my own, considering that I actually have an empty water bottle sitting on my desk.)
Unfortunately, buying more parts isn't going to completely solve this problem (albeit I have been doing that anyway -- it turns out that both Target and CVS carry cheapo generic bottles that fit my pump; but they don't come with lids, just nipples, so I still need to buy more lids), because ultimately no matter how many bottles and lids I own, there comes a time when they all make their way back home, unless I'm really diligent about washing them and bringing them back to the office. Which, clearly, I am not. So I guess I need some kind of system for this, or something. Fortunately, though, there's a CVS not too far from the office, so in a real pinch I could go buy some more bottles. Not that that really qualifies as having a system, although it might count as a contingency plan.
Anyway, the bottom line is that no matter how on top of things I feel I am, how much I pat myself on the back for having thought of everything despite being exhausted to the point of incoherence, nevertheless, there will always be something that slips through the cracks. Do I sound fatalistic? You would too if you had just had a weekend like I had.
Before I forget, a belated happy birthday to
sandykidd, mother of the most ridiculously humongous baby in the world ;) and since I don't think I posted this one here yet, check out the proof -- a picture of my nice normal-sized baby ;) alongside her gargantuan cousin. ( clicky clicky )And now since I spent my entire pumping break typing this post, I don't have time to reread it, so I fear it may be incoherent. Ah well. Coherence is overrated (unlike sleep).
