Today when the piano tuner showed up 1/2 hour early (please don’t do this to a stay-home, nursing mother), I had to remove a warm poultice from my bra (another plugged duct, damn it) before answering the door. I did not have time to check my shirt for milk leaks and/or spit-up. He’ll just have to deal with it.
Life in the Fruit Salad household is:Crazy. Wonderful. Exhausting. Exhilarating. Chaotic. Full. Blessed.