It's the little things

Trying to fasten a three-hook bra behind your back when you have carpal tunnel syndrome is like playing one of those tiny little puzzle games where you tilt the plastic-covered square tile to get the tiny little silver balls into the tiny little holes, and when you finally get one in, you tilt the square again to guide another ball to another hole, but the first ball comes out of its hole, but then you get another ball in another hole, oh yeah, and the square puzzle tile keeps shocking your hands whenever you move it, and it goes on and on, one in and one out, ouch and ouch and ouch, until you say to hell with it, I'll just leak breast milk all over my shirt.

Then you remember what it's all for...
Peekaboo!