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Absent, Is My Mind

Like many people this time of year, we have a lot of packages arriving. I have seen UPS packages delivered to our door in U-Haul trucks, and charmingly, by bicycle. Yesterday, an unmarked truck pulled up outside our apartment, and I saw a man approach our door with a package.

As I have done with other deliveries, I went to the door to get the package. We live on a busy street, and it was raining. No need to let a cardboard box with gifts inside sit on the stoop in the wet.

Except this time, I had been running around like a nut, because I had a baby sitter, and I was about to leave the house. So I was in a mad dash to get all my usual preparations and tasks done so I could escape.

As the delivery guy was about to knock, I threw open the door and took the package from his hands. He chuckled.

“I don’t have to ask what you’ve been doing,” he said.

I didn’t understand.

“I’ve seen those before,” he said.

I looked down at my hand. I had two bottles of pumped milk in my hand, still attached to the wet flanges that had just been sucking milk out of my boobs.

“Uh, yeah. Um,” is what I stammered, having nothing better to say.

The delivery guy walked away smiling.

I guess we shared a moment.


  1. i’m kind of afraid of what wasn’t said…

  2. Lesley Anctil says

    I thought you were going to say your boobs were hanging out. Just wait, that will probably happen too.

  3. Aunty Laurie says


  4. I was looking for my wallet the other day… Looking EVERYWHERE. I got so frustrated. Turns out it was in my hand. And words. Why can’t I remember words?! My coworkers get as frustrated with that as I do, I think.

    • I feel like I am slowly regaining my mental faculties. But yes, exactly, for a while (and sometimes still) I felt like I just got real dumb. And stupid. And klutzy. And dumb. But I have not yet dropped any babies, so I should win an award, right?

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