Breastfeeding in public is somewhat legal but mostly socially unacceptable, so when I need to pump so my bottle-fed baby still gets all the great benefits of breastmilk, I tend to eschew public arenas. So, yesterday when I found myself traveling with a two month old baby and needing to pump, I was grateful to find a nursery area next to the women's restroom at Boston's Logan airport. It was in use, so I waited. I had 30 minutes until my flight began to board, and I began to worry that the woman currently breastfeeding her child wouldn't finish in time for me to do my business. After several minutes, an older woman -- must have been in her 50's or 60's, emerged from the nursery. She took one look at me -- it was obvious I was waiting for the nursery, it was obvious I was a mom, considering the size of the stroller nearly blocking the entrance not only to the nursery, but to the restroom it adjoined -- and came up with some lame excuse for using the nursery. "I'm sorry, I needed a place to sit down, and I needed to hang up my coat." I hate to break it to you, lady, but there is no coat hook in the nursery. And, considering the large number of unoccupied chairs in the waiting area of every nearby gate, I hardly thought it necessary to "hang" your coat when you can simply put it over a chair.

What is up with a woman (who, judging by her age, is completely incapable of producing breastmilk, not to mention the fact she clearly had no child) using the nursery as her personal napping place? She probably parks in handicapped parking, too, because her groceries might spoil if she parked 20 feet farther from her apartment. Grr...

I made $50 brownies last night.

I pulled out the mix, put the water and the oil in the bowl, then realized I had no eggs. I was about to scrap the project, then my husband said he would go to the store for the eggs -- he really wanted the brownies!

With a young baby (7 weeks!) in the house, I don't get out much, so my husband suggested I take the opportunity to grocery shop. Sounds magnanimous, unless you know how much my husband hates grocery shopping. While I'm there -- could I pick up some potatoes for dinner tomorrow, and how about some root beer?

My list of eggs, root beer and potatoes grew to about 9 items, including bread, so that I didn't have to go back in the next couple days. However, once I got to the store, I remembered that we had no more dishwashing liquid, and considering we were having people over for lunch tomorrow, I thought clean dishes might be in order. Then of course, there was the matter of ham. If my husband has ham and english muffins and a wife to cook the egg to go on them, then he eats at home in the morning. Otherwise, Dunkin Donuts is the happy recipient of his patronage. Evaporated milk to make that pumpkin cake I keep meaning to make, until I remember I have no evaporated milk. Then spring water to make Sammy a bottle when we are out and about. Mmmm....eggnog since it isn't available year-round, and two more packages of brownie mix, since now I have eggs. Eggs! I almost forgot the eggs!

At the cash register -- $49.71. Cha-ching! Hannaford's loves it when I make brownies.

By the time I got home, mixed in the eggs and baked the brownies, it was well after midnight. I ate my brownie, carefully made in a muffin pan so as to make individual serving-size pieces. My husband, well, I guess he didn't want the brownies after all -- he went to bed without even a bite. So, I ate his piece, just for good measure.