Spilt Milk

As always, I'm in a rush to get out the door each morning to make it to work on time. As a result, I have become accustomed to eating my breakfast in the car. Well one particular morning I had a nice little bowl of cereal positioned on my lap with my baby bump supporting it. I drive with my left hand and eat with my right hand... (not to scare all you Indy drivers out there!) Anyway, so as I had just pulled out of our driveway and was leaning forward to adjust something on the GPS, my large (and very in charge) baby bumper tipped my cereal bowl forward resulting in quite the gush of milk to spill all over my lap and rear. Well I dried it off the best I could with whatever napkins and tissues I could find in the glove box and hoped that after the 40 minute commute it would be dry. Wishful thinking!!! So I arrive to work and only some of the front has cleared up. I check my rear in my car window as I walk into work. Yeah...pretty noticeable. So I decided to just stick up my chin and walk in as confidently as possible hoping no one would be checking out my behind! Well it didn't help the situation that I arrived the same time all the parents were dropping off their kids to school. Even so, I just kept walking towards the school acting like nothing was the matter. Just as I'm about to step into a mini-crosswalk to the front entrance of the school, I hear a lady yelling "Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am!!!" while running in her black heels and flelling her arms all about. I knew what was coming and braced myself. When she reached me, she whispered, "Ma'am, you're leaking fluid!" So I say, "Oh, not to worry, it's just spilt milk." Then she said a bit more slowly, "no really, you're leaking fluid!" Seeing as I had confused her with my cliche, I went on to explain my breakfast eating habits. It wasn't until I had assured her my water hadn't broken that we went our separate ways.