The Breast Pro Fishing Shop Nightmare!

I was itching to get out of the house today. Soooo my little family got all ready to run some errands which included a stop at Babies R Us, lunch, and then a visit to Victoria Gardens. The Babies R Us visit was typical–we bought more items with our butt load of gift cards–thank you all for that—GIFT CARDS RULE!–Anyway—I digress—after that we stopped for lunch and then Raresh and I decide that it’s too hot to walk around at Victoria Gardens but not to hot to visit the ever famous Bass Pro Shop in Rancho Cucamonga.—Believe it or not I was actually interested in going because I knew there was no possible way I would be tempted to buy anything there and the idea of an air conditioned store and lots of taxidermy seemed like good times. ( I really need to get out more!) Truth is—I’ve been to the Bass Pro Shop in Texas and it’s truly a sight to be seen (it’s like you’re in the wilderness) DISCLAIMER—if you’re a huge fan of live animals...this is not the place for you–dead stuffed animals everywhere! Okay so we finally get there and lo and behold it’s time for Charlotte to eat. I was thrilled to have pumped out a good 4 ounces of breast milk (liquid gold) for her so I could rest assured she’d be fed and I would enjoy my outing. (Even an outing at Bass Pro—what’s next??? An adventure at Home Depot.) Anyway— I find a cool bench in the store by the huge aquarium and I’m enjoying not only the sights but the sound of the near by water fall and I’m thrilled at how well Charlotte is eating and then what to I notice—her whole chest is drenched...in what you ask...MY LIQUID GOLD! The freaking cap on the stinking bottle was not put on correctly and my hard work of pumping was gone–(sure she got some of it) but I don’t think anyone truly understands the travesty of this occurrence—unless of course you’re a breast feeder currently or once were. I figured after such a horrible "surprise" the only thing that could make me feel better was a trip to the fudge shop they have in the store (go figure...dead stuffed animals, guns, camping gear, boats, furniture, and fudge—all in one place!) Any man’s heaven!

Oh and I’ve included the photo below because it shows Charlotte doing something I wish I could have yelled when I realized half my hard work was on Charlotte’s onesie!