Kids are Repulsive. Repulsive!

I'm reposting this because I'm currently having a bit of a maybe-baby scare. All those "we didn't socially distance" pregnancy announcements are pretty funny...until it happens to you! Okay, on to the repost. I'll just be here, freaking out.

I did something stupid at work on Friday. Someone forgot their sippy cup of milk in the waiting room of our pediatric dental office. I placed it on our Lost and Found shelf, thinking I would throw it out if no one came for it by that afternoon. 

Then, I forgot all about it.

It was a hot weekend here in Albuquerque and we leave our air conditioning turned off when the office is closed. I knew the sippy cup of milk was going to smell, but it was so much worse than I'd ever imagined.

Instead of just a cup of sour milk, I entered our office today to find this horrible, milk-jelly. Not only was it stuck to everything, it was dripping down the edge of the shelf and onto the carpet below. Apparently, the rotting dairy forced the pressure to build up inside the cup, oozing the liquid out the top. 

Seeing this should have been a warning, right? But no! 

I picked the funky sippy cup right up - and the lid burst. You guys, that putrid, forgotten baby milk was all over me. I'm traumatized. As for the Lost and Found toys, clothing, and electronics left behind? They were all plastered onto the shelf in a layer of creamy goop. I had to scrape everything off with a spatula from the break room.

And then throw that spatula away, obviously.

The smell. Oh, the sweet and sour smell of death. Everyone always warns you about the endless gross things you'll experience when you have a baby. They say you'll be barfed on, peed on, etc. (Seriously, why would you want one of these creatures?) But I have never heard anyone mention old sippy cup milk. 

Count me out! The smell accompanies you into your home and car. It has been several hours and the stench is still clinging to me, despite scrubbing my clothes, opening the windows, and taking everything outside to the dumpster.


 Meeting my scary niece for the first time - the feeling was mutual. That's my very sweet mother-in-law, almost certainly thinking that grandkids are not going to come from this one.

The above photo is from a previous post, where I actually thought a baby might be in our plan somewhere down the line.

YUCK. Forget it!