Gil is a wastrel. He’s dozing at the breast and my milk just let down again and he can’t be bothered to swallow and is letting a substantial amount of milk just run out of the side of his mouth.
Man, what a life.
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Phoebe Gleeson blogs about life, mothering, knitting, and stuff.
Gil is a wastrel. He’s dozing at the breast and my milk just let down again and he can’t be bothered to swallow and is letting a substantial amount of milk just run out of the side of his mouth.
Man, what a life.