So after six glorious weeks I unfortunately had to go back to work.
Last Sunday I literally had a bowling ball sitting in the pit of my stomach I dreaded going back so much.
But once I got in on Monday and saw all of my students I remembered why I love it so much.
I missed those kids and my job is so fun.
But you know what is not fun?
I hate pumping.
It is so unnatural and awkward.
And…I don’t really have time for it.
I get 45 minutes a day for plan time. AKA time without students.
Pumping takes up most of it.
I have to get ready to pump, actually pump (which involves holding two plastic contraptions up to my nipples for about 15 minutes, so I am unable to use my hands for anything else), then I have to walk over to our school’s main building so that I can refrigerate my freshly made baby nectar, and then I have to walk back.
I probably would like to use the restroom during this 45 minutes also, because there is no other time in the day to do that either.
And then poof…I have class again.
Ugh, is it weird that I find this gross and annoying?
I don’t find breastfeeding gross, but pumping is gross and weird.
It just is.
Have I made it clear that I hate pumping yet?
So yes, whoever said not to cry over spilled milk obviously does not know…pumping is awful.