No Use in Crying Over Spilled Milk

Saturday evening, I got the opportunity to leave the burbs and head to the city for a much needed girls night out. I joined one of my good friends for dinner, and the evening was going better than planned, that is until the waitress asked would we like a beverage from the bar. Before she could get the question out good, I blurted I’ll have a chocolate martini. I’m not a drinker, but certainly a martini snob, and having been pregnant and currently nursing it has been almost a year since I’ve had one. Yum…it was a just right mix, not too strong and extra chocolatey, exactly how I like them. It surely didn’t disappoint, until I got home.

So I knew when I drank it I would have to pump and pour out the milk, sounds easy right..WRONG!! As I poured that milk down the drain, I think a tear went with it. Anyone who has ever pumped and knocked the bottle over feels my pain. I guess I should’ve thought about the consequences before I enjoyed that decadent vodka and chocolate treat..oh well, I guess I have learned my lesson, and we’ll just say that $9.50 was an investment into my sanity for the upcoming week!!