No use crying over spoiled milk

I have 2 more things to add to the things that make me NOT so happy list in yesterday’s post:

• Eight ounces of expressed breast milk down the drain because I forgot to take the bottles to daycare. Which really wasn’t a problem because I could just put them in the fridge when I got home. Except that I forgot to do that too. I realized at 5:00 this morning and had a nice little cry. I know it’s not going to hurt the baby to have formula today, but I was mad at myself because my freaking brain seems to be switched off.
• Ok, this one is more a confession than anything else. But it makes the list because I’m so not happy about it. I watched a good portion of the Dateline Britney Spears interview with Matt Lauer the other evening. I didn’t intend to, it just sort of happened. I had no interest in it, but I walked through the living room and it was on and the next thing I knew I was sitting there watching it and, get this, getting all teary eyed when she started crying and saying, “We’re people…” Now, no disrespect to anyone who likes Britney, but I have never really been a fan. I like some of her music, but I’ve always thought she was a little bit of a tart (to put it nicely). So for me to sit and watch her on TV is a big deal. But to cry along with her? Can I still blame that on hormones or have I crossed over to a dark place?

Despite all the items I have on the NOT so happy list, things really are going pretty well in my little world. I promise.