Parking Lot Pump

Since becoming a mother, I am all about saving time. Maybe not even saving time as much as being efficient with my time. Efficiency takes creativity, really, it does.

A lot of time can be wasted pumping milk for my son. The efficiency I strive for is basically in hopes of spending as much time as possible with him. To maximize my time with Dominick and minimize my time away from him pumping, I pump while I am driving to and from school.

While I felt this was slightly dangerous at first, I have adapted quite well. I only feel uncomfortable when stopped at red lights and the neighboring cars start staring. I also have a slight fear of getting pulled over, as I am unsure how a cop would take my pumping.

On a daily basis, I arrive at school before most. The parking lot is empty and it is still slightly dark out. Therefore, I have no problem pulling into the parking lot, nipples exposed and able to disattach in the parking lot. Today, however, was a different story. As I approached the parking lot, it was jam packed full. Jam packed full with nothing but men and children.

You see, on this particular morning, we were holding a special day called Dads and Donuts. The fathers come to school with their child in the morning and have breakfast. Lucky for me, all the fathers happened to be in the parking lot as I arrived. I was trying to pull the goodies off my breasts and cover up my bare parts, as the first parent/child pair spotted me and waved enthusiastically. I simply smiled, for I was pulling my coat sheepishly shut, hoping a nip wouldn't slip.

Needless to say, today wasn't a good day to be pumping as I pulled into the parking lot. But, hey, at least I don't do it while mowing the lawn!

Puddle Swimming

Yesterday morning it was pouring. It was pouring so hard that there were flash flood warnings. And, the flash flood warnings were actually serious because the puddles Shea and I were running through nearly came up to my knees in certain places.

To many, running at 5:30 in the morning in the 50 degree rain may sound  miserable. To me, it was heaven-sent. Almost as heaven-sent as cake batter ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery with Oreos smashed into it. It felt good. It was refreshing.

As I splashed through the high puddles, I couldn't help but hope another lay close ahead. I even ventured so much as to wish that I could find a puddle deep enough to actually dive into. For some reason, I wanted to swim in these amazingly refreshing puddles.

Odd, because I spent all summer pregnant and with a higher body temperature than I am used to, yet I did not go swimming once. Nor, did I have the desire to step foot in a pool. It could be because I was a fat load and did not want to be seen in a bathing suit. It could have been because the only available places to swim would be the highly polluted Lake Erie or a public pool. Public pools sketch me out, especially knowing how often I peed in the pool as a kid, a teenager, and a collegiate water polo player.

My desire to swim passed shortly after the rain stopped. But maybe, just maybe, this is a sign that I need to get myself signed up for a Tough Mudder very soon!