The unraveling continues

Today was another krrraaaazzzy work day in a string of krraaazzzzyy work days and somewhere around 5 o’clock I realized that I had forgotten to pump this afternoon.  I thought about just waiting until I got home, but then I was worried that I wouldn’t have enough time and if I didn’t pump then I wouldn’t have any milk to send to day care tomorrow and then the Buddha Baby would starve.  Plus, my boobs were huge.

But there was the problem of it being 5 o’clock, which is when the majority of my co-workers clear out for the evening.  And I got very worried that while I was locked in the bathroom everyone else would leave and, not knowing I was still here, would set the building alarm.  Which I would then set off when I left the bathroom.  And can you imagine me having to explain to the nice cops that I really wasn’t breaking into the building but was instead locked in a smelly bathroom trying to pump milk out of my boobs?

So there I am, crouched on the toilet, double-pumping, leaning over and squeezing the hell out of my boobs in order to make them empty faster, adrenaline shooting through my system because I am convinced that I am totally going to get busted by the cops for pumping after hours when I once again I am totally shocked by the realization: they actually let me be in charge of another human being’s life.

This just ain’t right.