Pumping problems

While I'm at work, I get the pleasure of pumping every 3 hours. I try to think of this time as "me" time, where I can read books and magazines, catch up on social media nonsense, and maybe someday, I'll figure out how to get in a quick cat nap. 

My office has a locker room type bathroom on the first floor, so it's not all that bad. There is a chair and a shower and, oh yes, did I mention this is where every gal in the office comes to poop? Yup. So far I have been pretty lucky and have somehow managed to avoid having to pump in someone else's recent stink. 

Not today.

As I was about to go into the bathroom, the door swings open and out comes one of my co-workers. She was obviously startled because she knew that I was about to go in there and bust her bomb. So she says, "yeah....you might want to give it a minute."

Come ON!!!

So I am making a mental note right this instant, to make sure I tell maxwell of the times that I sat in other peoples stink to hook myself up to a machine for 30 minutes, all to provide him with nature's milkshake. 

You are welcome, my sweet boy.

(He's going to thank me someday, right??)