As we enter week three of the petulant plight that our lives have been lately, we have started to let some things slide around the house and personally.* The smell of baby vomit could not be destinkified from our Ralph Lauren sheets, the high thread count ones we got for a steal at Winners last year, and it turns out that no amount of laundry detergent and oxyclean can get out the foul beast that is Molly expectorant. We finally tapped out and threw them in the garbage.
At the end of each night we scurry around like deranged elves attempting to wash laundry and copious amounts of dishes before collapsing onto the couch into a television coma for an hour before bed. Molly is now sick, again, and unable to attend daycare, again. I love my job and we need the money, but I am beginning to understand why a lot of parents take some time off from the work force to be with their children.
There is nothing more saddening than having to explain to your sick child that you want to nurture them, but cannot do so during business hours, so they're going to have to wait for 10.5 hours for Mommy time. It's absolutely heart breaking. End rant here.
I mentioned earlier that things on the home front have slid a little. Tonight while I'm doing tandem pick up from daycare (Jack) and my parents (Molly), Chris is going to the doctor's office for a precautionary throat swab because odds are strep bacteria are breeding in his throat as I type this sentence.** Last night was the first time in a week that I was able to wash my hair with regular shampoo, because Chris picked me some up at lunch (Dove soap and baby shampoo had been used for over a week).
In the madness we've been particularly undiligant about bottles. Normally when a minion drains most of a bottle, we remove it from munchkin reach and put it in the sink for the next round of dishes claiming it as a, Dead Soldier.*** In the past two weeks we've found ourselves prying old bottles that have been laying around for hours out of hungry little hands yelling, "No, don't eat that!" and running to the kitchen to fetch a fresh bottle while said child screams in hunger . This lack of forethought has gotten me really thinking, how long is milk good for at room temperature anyway, so I researched it and thought I'd share:
Breast Milk - the Room Temperature Champion
Breast milk can be stored at room temperature for 6-7 hours before it needs to be thrown out...
It can also be stored:
- For two weeks in your refrigerator’s freezer but not in the door of the freezer.
- For two to three months in an upright freezer.
- For up to six months in a chest style freezer (at a temperature below -20°C).
Cow's Whole Milk
I've heard ranges of only 30 minutes from once it reaches room temperature from some sources which in our house would lead to a lot of tossed out milk and is pretty unmanageable. The most common stance is that after 4 hours above 4 degrees C (or 40 degrees Fahrenheit) you risk bacteria growth and should probably throw it out. Which is good, because that bottle that you accidentally left out before their nap is probably still okay for them to snack on. Note these guidelines are for pasteurised milk.
Jack enjoying a bottle of pumped milk - 1 month old
Formula
Most packages of formula are good for an hour or so post mixing, unrefrigerated - for up to 24 hours in the fridge. When the minions were still on formula we ended up wasting a lot more than I would have liked, even though they often finished each other's bottles. The only good thing is, that unlike milk it is really easy to tell when your old formula has gone bad. It essentially turns into horrifying toxic waste, akin to our once beautiful sheets from Winners - sigh!
*I am aware that our lives have started to sound a like kidnappees manifesto.
**Gross, right?
***Dead Soldier originally meant a dead marine, but evolved into meaning empty liquor or beer bottle.
