Welcome to the milk bar

I have reached the point when, upon running out of cream for that next desperately needed cup of coffee (which is actually mostly decaf--I'm always trying to psych myself out, willing myself to feel the phantom caffeine), I look at the breast milk in the fridge and think, "Hey, sweet and fresh, what could be so bad, right?" When I told my husband this he said he had thought the same thing.

He said, "Coffee with a little erotic charge, too."

We're very, very tired.