So pumping at work can be an experience. Each day the looks I get as I walk to my "pumping room" can be quite entertaining. The woman pretty much know what I am heading to go do because they see the bag. The men on the other hand look at me so inquisitively.
Every three hours I make my mecca to grandmother's house (you know over the river and through the woods). Ok, so I go down the hall, downstairs, down another hall, and around the corner.
I have it all set up in there with a shelf, all my supplies, a puzzle book, and .... I think I need a radio in there. Maybe that will help pass the time. I wish there was a computer in there that I could use. That would really help pass the time.
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