Every morning Keith packs up the bottle warmer and four breastmilk bottles for Ari. He schleps the whole deal over to Leanna's for Ari to eat. Today he called me at work. He forget to take the milk to Leanna's. No big deal; she has a can of formula for emergencies like this. It's in the fridge, and he can have the breastmilk tonight.
Uh, no it's not - it's sitting out on the counter. On the counter! All day! Rotting! Curdling! Spoiling! Ruining! Four beautiful and hard-earned bottles!
If only the male knew how hard I worked for those bottles, he would treat them with the respect they deserve. I swear to you, when I heard this, I teared up a little bit.