i've sprung a leak.

Q: what is worse than running late for your chiropractic appointment and hitting every. single. red light. on the way there?  (i seriously could've gotten there faster on a five-speed.)

A: realizing as you're walking out the door that you've lactated through three layers of clothing, onto your solid-grey shirt, which also happens to be the only clean shirt in the general vicinity.

Q: how do you deal with that?

A: throw on a sweater, stuff an infant washcloth down your shirt, and call it good.

1 comment :

lauren said...

hahaha in the nicest way. :) glad you fixed the leak.