The scene

Three a.m.: In an effort to increase my milk supply from barely there to merely pitiful, hold half-asleep pumping session after the babies' middle-of-the-night (well, end-of-my-night) breast/bottle feed.

Three-fifteen: While attempting to redrape new rocker/recliner so that cats don't claw the only nice upholstery currently in the house, dump freshly expressed two ounces on said upholstery.

I still haven't decided whether to call the special upholstry hotline (seriously, there is such a thing) to ask them how to remove breastmilk stains. Maybe I'll just christen the chair "broken in" and call it a day.