...and 15oz to boot.
What better way to christen (
Eric kindly finished making Miles's lunch last night, but left the entire lunch box full of breast milk and perishable lunch treats to stand guard over our kitchen, staving off any intruders who might want to take a stab at our dirty dishes, or sweep our floor.
Almost 12 hours on the counter, I couldn't justify sending the bottles in to school. So, I opened each bottle, and poured 5 oz a piece down the drain. I was too furious to cry. The worst was when I had to painstakingly scrape out the "cream" (i.e. fatty deliciousness that makes Felix so healthy and chubb-able) with a kiddie spoon so I could quickly rinse and re-use the bottles. Insult to injury.
And then I had to go lightning speed and crack into the freezer stash to defrost before we all had to leave before work and school.
I've spilled 6oz on my keyboard at work, but 15oz was like...heart wrenching.
And on the heels of the notorious 9 month supply drop (which I think I started experiencing 3 weeks ago).
I'm fortunate to have a moderate supply in my freezer, but not sure I can make up those 15oz at this point.
Good thing Eric looked cute in his bow tie this morning...and that he finally apologized while dragging the kids out the door as I finished the milk funeral procession.