Sometimes Allie unexpectedly takes a long 2 hour morning nap so that I can do all the stuff I need to, such as wash and dry pump parts and bottles, tidy up the house, eat, change, etc. And sometimes, like today, she wakes up from that long morning nap for an hour, eats and plays, starts yawning and then goes down for another unexpected 1.5 (and counting) hour afternoon nap. I’ve had lunch in that time so I sit online and catch up on emails, blog posts, etc. And then some more time goes by, and my inbox shows no new activity. Where is everyone? Oh yeah, at work.

And then the issue resolves itself. By that I mean I see a FedEx truck pull up and haul a giant box to my door. I don’t want the doorbell to wake up the baby, so I intercept him at the front door and pick up the giant box, lugging it back into the house. What the heck is this? It’s freaking heavy! It’s from…”muscle egg?” And then I remember…Mr. W ordered raw pasteurized egg whites that are, like, chocolate and caramel flavored and stuff. And the giant-ass box threatening to break my back is wielding multiple stickers yelling, “REFRIGERATE or FREEZE upon ARRIVAL.” Great, I have to open this box and refrigerate what feels like the egg whites of a million hens.

Meanwhile, I realize as I’m lugging this about that I can’t close the door while I’m being dragged down by the giant box, so the delivery truck’s very loud rumbling is pouring in the front door…and sure enough, the baby starts screaming.

Refrigerate egg whites, get screaming baby, or finish this blog post?

Finish this blog post. The damn egg whites can wait.