Center Stage

Karah and I went to Walmart this afternoon to stock up on groceries after returning
from Spring Break.

My cart was full.
The store was packed for a Friday afternoon.

We checked out and were leaving the store when we heard
a woman screaming, "MA'AM ... MA'AM!"

We turned to see what the ruckus was all about and were shocked
to see she was pointing directly at me.

"YOUR MILK IS LEAKING!", she screamed.

Without thinking -
I grabbed both of my breasts and looked down at my chest...frozen in place.

She continued to yell...pointing to the floor... "No! Your milk! It's leaking!"

I looked down - horrified - to see a trail of milk leading from my cart.
My breasts were dry.

The realization quickly set in that I had just grabbed my breasts in front of a large audience.
I was now center stage on the Walmart Freak Show.
Me....and poor Karah.

"Checker-outer's" were chuckling in their lines....at me.

"I guess I have been lactating too long", I said to break the ice
with the Walmart associate and the onlooking crowd...
...only to turn my head and see Brother Saumweber from church -
standing across from me.... alot-o-bit red in the face...front row seat.

What makes this story so horrible is that it shouldn't have even happened.

I am not even lactating anymore!!!
The kitchen is closed.
Bryce has been "dry" for quite some time...
it was merely a natural reaction of a woman that has breastfed too much in past years.

I suppose it is similar to PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder)
War veterans hear a boom and duck for cover.

I hear "Your milk is leaking!" and I grab my breasts.

I shall name my condition
"PTLD"
Post Traumatic Lactating Disorder.

I will be shopping at The Neighborhood Market....until further notice.