I Drank Spoiled Milk

Spoiled MilkI had another “Salt In My Latte moment” ya’ll. And it wasn’t pretty. I drank spoiled milk. I’m not talking about a little sip. I’m talking about a big ol’ gulp of nasty, warm milk that had been sitting out for days.


 Let me start from the beginning. I was making breakfast, in the afternoon because our schedules are off again. Of course we had to have coffee. By we I mean me, Hubby and Superman. Yes, I give my 2 year old coffee. But that post is for another day…

So I make his coffee in a sippy cup and sit it to the side. You know what happens next. Of course! I grab the wrong sippy cup.

Now I know that some people keep their dishes clean all the time. “Wash as you go,” my father drills into my head. “It’s so much easier that way.” And being the 28 year oldchild that I am, I agree grudgingly with my dad and ignore his advice.

Listen to your dads, kids. He knows what he’s talking about.

That cup had sat there for a good 2-4 days. Don’t judge me here. I learned my lesson!


So now you’re asking why I was drinking from a sippy cup to begin with, right? I sat the cup down in front of Kalel and went to get something… I can’t remember. My memory is even scrambled by the horror of it all. I come back in the room and Kalel is shaking his head saying, “No…” all calm-like and handing me his cup.

“You don’t want your ossy?”

PS: Ossy is how he says coffee.


“Really? You steal my ossy all the time.”


Still so calm. So sure he doesn’t want it. It makes no sense to me. Why not? The cup is nearly empty. Maybe he’s just done with it. But with coffee? I mean, it’s his FAVORITE drink ever. (That’s my boy!)

“Are you sure…?”


And that’s when it happens. I take a HUGE swig of the nastiest stuff I’ve ever tasted in my life.


I won’t go into the details of what happened next, but it doesn’t take much of an imagination….

After recovering and even swallowing a bit of mouth wash, I go back to the living room to see how Superman is doing. He’s fine. Like, super-fine. I dote over him, apologizing over and over. I give him his REAL coffee and pet him, nearly crying. Oh you know he’s just eating up the attention he’s getting from Mama!son loveThen Hubby informs me that he’s fairly certain that Little Man didn’t take a sip, but just tasted the air (or should I say FUMES?) coming from the cup. Thank goodness!

Well at least I got a good “Salt In My Latte” moment to tell my followers. You’re welcome.

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9 thoughts on “I Drank Spoiled Milk

  1. rhymingwithwine Feb 13 2016 / 9:19 PM

    Bleughh. I can taste the lumps! Well done to your little man for avoiding it… and duping Mummy into drinking it instead! ;0)

    (I’m still shuddering)

    #justanotherlinky xx

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    • Carrie Bostic Feb 14 2016 / 12:32 PM

      Lol it was horrifying

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    • Carrie Bostic Feb 17 2016 / 6:38 PM

      It’s gross. Lol


    • Carrie Bostic Feb 21 2016 / 11:39 AM

      Oh it all came back up. Lol but I didn’t have any lasting sickness.

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  2. The Anxious Dragon Feb 24 2016 / 5:24 PM

    Ohhhh, that was a nasty accident, I hope it didnt take you too long to recover. A lesson learnt, listen to your dad.
    Thanks for sharing with us, Tracey xx #happydiaries

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