We've been hit with a crankies outbreak. It's hard to know who got it first, but it is contagious. Mother and son keep passing it back and forth. In an effort to stop the spread I have excused myself to the lactation room to pump. Maybe ten minutes apart will be enough to halt the vicious cycle. T is watching one of his favorite shows. The whishing hum of my pump is a nice change in sound input for me. I know this is an awkward place to stop, but I can't think of a clever ending.
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