Feeling pretty blah now, and all because of my sweet little obnoxious one…
I had to go to school today, last day before two months of summer break, so I had asked Bart to feed Wolf. At 11 I could sneak away so I fed him myself, before going back. After the first reception, I sneaked away again to my old school, where I was invited to the reception too, since one of my old colleagues/friends was retiring. Felt so good to be back there, to see all those people, to feel loved and appreciated again by my colleagues. Anyway, the reception was followed by a barbecue, and they all invited me to stay (there was plenty of food anyway), and insisted when I declined at first. I phoned Bart, and he said it was ok, he would defrost some milk and bottlefeed the little one. Just as I was saying that I was having such a good time, enjoying myself and chatting away, my mobile rang: Bart practically begged me to come home cos Wolf refused his bottle. WTF ? He had a bottle twice before, and drank it without hesitating. So I drove home, reheated the bottle, but indeed, no go. I ended up breastfeeding him again, and feeling pretty blah, since it was no use going back. Hmmpfff. I really was having a good time…

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