Last night, during the hazy twilight of near-sleep, I remembered that we have a field trip today. (As I write this, we are about to embark on a wilderness adventure requiring sunscreen, bug spray, and patience.) Then I remembered there aren’t any special dogwoods out there with electrical outlets. And I panicked.
Why? Am I that spoiled of a city brat that I would need to bring my cappuccino machine? Was my heart beating wildly as I considered spending seven hours without my laptop?
I was freaking out because the magical machine that extracts the nectar to keep my kid alive requires some sort of electrical energy to function. I couldn’t just wait until we got back to school to pump because my boobs would EXPLODE. What was I going to do?!
Fortunately, I remembered then that my pump came with a fancy pants battery pack. Eight Duracell coppertops later, we’re in business. Now I just have to find a way and a place to slip off to for thirty minutes without my fifth graders noticing my absence.