Let's chalk this up as one of my most embarrassing moments, like EVER.

 It was bound to happen. 

I thought I was in the clear. 

Only 29 days of school left, which means only 29 more times I have to pump at lunch in my classroom. 

My LOCKED classroom.

I successfully pumped at school after I had both girls.

Everyday during my lunch, it's the same routine. 

I close all the blinds in my classroom.

I lock my door. 

Then I double check to make sure my door is locked. 

I go back to my desk, hook up my pump and spend the next 10 minutes pumping.

I always have my pump on my desk next to my laptop as a shield, you know...just in case someone came in my room. 

But, that wouldn't happen because my door is ALWAYS locked.

 Several times this year I have had some close calls. 

I'll be pumping & a student will try and open my door because they forgot something in my room...PE clothes, pencil pouch, notebook, etc.  

It always startles me when I hear the door handle being pulled, but it's always locked, so the student just leaves. 

{My pumping "station" in my classroom}

Let's rewind to yesterday. 

The lunch bell rang, I did what I always do. 

Closed the blinds, locked the door, double checked the door, set up my pump & lap top and start pumping. 

A few minutes into lunch, I hear a student knock on my door & then try and open it. 

It's locked, so no big deal. I keep pumping. 

5 minutes later, I hear talking outside my door, someone trying to open the door and then....

THE DOOR OPENS.

Standing in the doorway is the custodian and one of my students.

PANIC.

SHOCK. 

HORROR.

I screamed. 

Then, shouted,

"SHUT THE DOOR! I WILL BE OUT IN A MINUTE"

O.M.G. 

HOLY $#!%

NO. That did not just happen. NO.

Panicked, they shut the door and left. And took my dignity with them.

Flustered, I stopped my pump, buttoned up my shirt and ran outside to see why in the world they needed to come to my room.

My sweet student had left her lunch in my room and when the door was locked, went and got the custodian to unlock my door. 

She couldn't even LOOK me in the face as I handed her her lunch bag.

And, the poor custodian. He was mortified & said he was so sorry. 

O.M.G

I am "telling" myself that my pump and laptop were a good enough barricade and that no one saw anything. Yeah....that's what I'm telling myself. 

O.M.G.

I don't know who is more traumatized.

Me, my student or the custodian. 

I called Kevin for moral support and he couldn't stop laughing. 

So, then I obviously texted my sister because she had a close call (same situation) earlier this year.

Ain't NOBODY got time for THAT kind of Embarrassment.

Ain't NOBODY got time to get walked in on while pumping. 

Ain't NOBODY got time for THAT.  



{You need to watch this video if you haven't seen it. Funniest 42 second of your day}

I've had my share of embarrassing moments in my life. 

Like in 5th grade when I peed my pants at soccer.

Or, in 6th grade when a sea gull POOPED on my head while on a school field trip to Alcatraz and I had poop on my head and shirt whole day.

And, in 7th grade when I was at the community pool and took off my shorts to jump in the pool and realized that I forgot to put on my bathing suit.

And, my senior year of high school when I found out I had LICE the day of Senior Prom (I need to blog that story, seriously)

Or, my 2nd day of teaching EVER and my coffee spilt ALL over my shirt 1st period, so all day long I had a huge coffee spill all down my shirt. (That prompted me to ALWAYS have a spare black cardigan in my desk drawer)

And, that time when I was pregnant with Claire with horrible morning sickness and puked in the Target parking lot (with several people watching)

So yeah. Embarrassing things happen to me. I'm cool with it.

But, what happened yesterday? 

Yep. Pretty sure that one takes the cake. 

With a glass of (breast)milk to go with it.

It's been 24 hours & I can laugh about it. Oh my.

Feel free make me feel better and share any of your embarrassing moments in the comments.

Or, leave a comment ASSURING me that my pump and laptop were a good enough barricade and that they didn't see anything. If I am told that enough times, I might start to believe it & get some of my dignity back.