S*#T happens!

I swear I'm a S*#T attractor. Really, all big and small S*#T happen to me all the time. Classic example would have to be when I was teaching. The WHOLE school was in the parade square for the morning assembly and I was standing in the centre and guess what,... a flock of birds went by and I felt something warm on my head. And it happened TWICE!!! What're the chances of that!!!

Anyway, it's always during something important that S*#T lands; like during one of the Minister's visit, I was tasked to recite the pledge and I happily reduce it by half... I forgot the words. Then there was the time I mimic this b/witch-of-a-boss, and she was standing right behind me. Then there was Lucas's Birthday last year where I fell with his cake.

So it's probably no surprise that tomorrow's Lucas's Birthday celebration and our fridge decided to take a break. Okay, it could have been worse, we could have collected his ice-cream cake today... ... BUT I had about 20 packets of EBM in the freezer! Those 20 pacs contained my sleep-deprived hard work. I was desperate for a fridge. Good thing I have good PR with my neighbours so I found a temporary storage. Phew...

But it was really a strange experience. I mean, how do you go around asking if your neighbour has some spare storage in the freezer for your breast milk? I'm not on such good terms as to bare my chest (metorphorically and literary) to them. It's a blessing that I have thick skin and shame immunity. I asked them if I could store my milk like I was asking if I could store some ice-cream. They were really nice and quickly rearranged the fridge for me.

Point is S*#T happens all the time... but for the most half of it, you just need a couple inches of thick-skin and just go with the flow.

And hey, half an hour later, my fridge was humming again, back from slumberland. I thought I shouldn't take the chance with my milk and it would be safer at my neighbours... then Vinc asked, "did you count the number of packets of milk???" ... ... oh man... ... S*#T!