Ounces. That’s the only way I measure time now. I can actually eyeball any liquid and tell you how many ounces it is to nearest 1/2 ounce.

Why? Because my life revolves around my pumping schedule. I’m a slave to breastmilk a.k.a liquid gold.

That’s what my three-month-old son eats exclusively, so I have to keep the goods coming. And I make sure a drop is never wasted.

I realized I had a problem a couple days ago when my 10-ounce stash that I pumped during lunch spilled inside of my lunch box as I was packing up to go home for the day. I forgot the lid to the milk bottles, so I tried to be extra careful to keep the bottles upright—didn’t work. 😡

I was MAD. First of all, those were two full bottles of food gone to waste. Secondly, I had to dip into my freezer stash. And finally, I had no one to blame but myself.

Having my rant made me realize that I sounded like a drug dealer. Ounces? Stash? The rage of that wasted good good? LOL. I think I may have a problem…

But you’ll be happy to know that my supply is back to normal and I will NEVER go to work without having a proper container to secure that good ol’ liquid gold. 🙂