Dang it

Well, my breast pump broke today. Of course it's the big main piece of it; not some part that I have a backup for. Now I'm going to have to go to Target tomorrow and buy a whole new one ($40). What sucks is that we are planning on this being the last kid, and I only really need one for the next 3 months to have milk to mix with Alex's cereal in the morning (I can start giving him cow's milk at 12 months old). Alex is old enough that I'm never away from him long enough to need a bottle (Cheerios or some other food could also be subsituted in a pinch). But of course this coming weekend is my 20th high school reunion. And I'm leaving both kids with Jim for Friday and Saturday night. And I have no idea what time I'll make it home since the events are evening ones plus they are all the way over in downtown Ft. Worth. So I'll need to make sure he has some milk on hand in case all hell breaks loose. And since it is less than a week away, there isn't enough time to just order the one part I need from the company. So I guess instead of buying myself something new to wear to my reunion, I'm buying myself a new breast pump. Dang it.