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Don’t Drink The Milk Out Of The Carton!

Don’t Drink The Milk Out Of The Carton!

Phew, we’ve actually got milk!” 

were the exact words coming from long gangly legs protruding from the fridge. The very long gangly legs which, 10 years ago, would settle for the night with a cup of  warm milk. Now they belong to a teenager who no longer needed a tonic to sleep and had swapped the comfort of milk for the benefits it have to a post rugby cool down, ice-cold from the fridge.

How odd it is that one drink can stir so many memories.

It’s the only food you’ll know for the first 6 months of life, then as you pass through each milestone, it grabs at one memory after another; school breaks and the milk monitor handing out the cartons (or bottles till Maggie took it away)

To the teenage years and mum yelling “ Don’t drink it out the carton! It’ll be full of your germs!” I learnt the trick of keeping my head shielded by the fridge door for future milk gulping moments and when a glass just wouldn’t do. Who was I to care if my siblings consumed my backwash? It was payback and anyway, she was always telling me to share.

And then there were the late teen / early twenties hangovers, where nothing other than a glass full of pure, nutritious, palate cleansing milk could cull the evidence of the previous night’s misgivings. Cider by night, milk by day was on the drinks menu of many a weekend.

As the years gave way to earlier nights and quieter weekends, milk became my medicine as I struggled with pregnancy nausea. Nothing, I repeat nothing, could ward off the horrible, yucky feeling that struck me from morning to night. Sneaking off to the kitchen while at work to glug the good stuff, hoping my colleagues didn’t guess my happy secret as I swapped my caffeine for milk.

remembering how milk has been prominent through out my life.

It helped make 3 perfect babies, I’m sure, as I flooded my body with the vitamins it so desired, and my morning sickness shunned so many other foods I shouldn’t have been eating to stay fit and healthy.

There were the days when nursing newborns and my appetite went through the roof. Sitting for, what seemed like hours, with a baby who would only settle in my arms. Unable to make snacks as often as I’d like, a glass of milk kept me going until someone arrived to take my velcro baby for 10 minutes.

my milk moments through the years. how 1 drink stirs a life of memories

And then there’s the here and now. The circle of life, where I’m the mum yelling instructions not to drink from the carton as my Teenager, shouts cries of delight, seeing I bought his favourite milk, in-between glugs. Does he really not think I know what he’s doing, forgetting I too was once an 12 year old doing what I knew I shouldn’t be, but doing it none the less.

But I guess, what does he care if his brothers get his back wash.

He considers it payback.

And anyway, I’m always telling him to share.



  1. 2nd November 2015 / 11:38 am

    I love those vintage milk pots. They are great. My kids are addicted to milk.

  2. 2nd November 2015 / 12:00 pm

    It’s funny what food, drink , music and smalls can trigger as memories. I remember being handed milk cartons at school when I was tiny, it’ll be interesting to see what Felix remembers as he’s not a huge fan of milk. x

  3. 2nd November 2015 / 12:33 pm

    Now you say it, milk used to help me get over hangovers at Uni so it does spark a memory #magicmoments

  4. Jenna
    2nd November 2015 / 1:27 pm

    This is such a sweet post.

    Milk was one of very few things that helped to settle my stomach when I was pregnant too. Even now, in my late twenties , I’m still partial to some warm milk of an evening. There’s just something about it that’s so comforting. x

  5. 2nd November 2015 / 3:01 pm

    aww I love the little circle of life that milk has brought you all. this post has left me with a little smile on my face.

  6. Jess
    2nd November 2015 / 4:12 pm

    I was actually allergic to milk when I was a baby up until I was about 13 actually, I ended up then drinking Goats Milk which was yummy! Now i’m absolutely fine with it so I guess I grew out of it! My partner drinks 2 pints of milk a day, he’s a bit addicted haha x

    • 2nd November 2015 / 9:12 pm

      Wow, I never realised you could outgrow an allergy, it must make life s little easier not having to keep an eye on everything you eat now though

    • 2nd November 2015 / 9:53 pm

      Thanks Emma, my boys have all loved milk and still do, we get through 3 pints a day!

  7. 2nd November 2015 / 10:55 pm

    what a lovely post! isn’t it great how something as simple as a glass of milk can bring back so many memories?!

    • 2nd November 2015 / 10:57 pm

      Thanks Polly. It wasn’t til I started writing that I really thought about it!

  8. 3rd November 2015 / 9:52 am

    Ah what a lovely and nostalgic post! Love the mini milk bottles and your photos are wonderful. Becky x#TwinklyTuesday

    • 3rd November 2015 / 10:26 am

      Thanks Becky, that’s so sweet. It was quite nerve wracking letting the toddler loose with a bottle of milk on my sofa though!

  9. Kerry
    3rd November 2015 / 9:54 am

    I don’t drink milk on its own, but I have to have buckets of the stuff with my tea. It always seems so comforting! #TwinklyTuesday

    • 3rd November 2015 / 10:24 am

      Arhhh, yes, milky tea. Although the older I get the more stronger my tea is getting. Must be the old taste buds fading!

  10. Mackenzie Glanville
    3rd November 2015 / 11:08 am

    yes let’s face it we didn’t care if our siblings got our backwash! I love milk too, my kids aren’t big milk drinkers, luckily their go to is water, and hopefully we are along way off hangovers (please be a long, long way off) My oldest is 11 so I ma hoping for another 20 years before she tries alcohol (it’s OK if I believe that isn’t it?) Great post! Thanks for sharing with me #mg

    • 5th November 2015 / 7:01 am

      My 15 year old is getting alcohol curious, I keep telling him how awful he’ll feel the next day and he has panics when he’s sick so I’m hoping that puts him off.

  11. Angela at Daysinbed
    3rd November 2015 / 11:59 am

    My daughter loves milk! Those bottles remind me of the milk I used to drink at school in my break! I loved it and would always have seconds when I could!


    • 5th November 2015 / 7:00 am

      We get through a crazy amount in our house, at the moment its for hot chocolates.

  12. 3rd November 2015 / 2:35 pm

    This is an awesome post! I love milk!
    It cured my heartburn and reflux during pregnancy in seconds! My saviour!

    Also, this bottles and straws are adorable! X

  13. 3rd November 2015 / 8:33 pm

    Zach’s words to me tonight were, “can I have some more milk please…I love milk!”. I love that he loves milk, I love milk too but his daddy drunk so much milk as a child that he got reeeeally bad constipation, was in so much pain that t put him off milk for life and still doesn’t’ drink it now! In fact, he can barely even have it on his cereal! Love your pictures and memories 🙂 Thanks for linking up with #TwinklyTuesday

    • 4th November 2015 / 8:04 am

      Oh no, that’s a bad milk memory there! My boys only seem to like it straight from the carton these days so I’m hoping these glasses will deter them

  14. 3rd November 2015 / 8:44 pm

    Aah such a lovely post — and so true. Amazing how it all comes round again. I always swore that I would NEVER say some of the things my mum used to say to me — but — here I am! Écoute et répète!

    Thanks so much for linking up with us on #TwinklyTuesday

    • 5th November 2015 / 6:57 am

      I only realise I’m doing it as it comes out my mouth, just goes to show our mums were right all along though!

  15. 4th November 2015 / 12:34 pm

    Love this post and all the memories. Reveals a lot about a woman’s life. Commenting for myself and on behalf of BritMums and thanking you for taking part

    • 5th November 2015 / 6:54 am

      Thanks Kate. It’s one of those posts I loved writing, it took me right back to my misspent youth for a moment.

  16. Maureen
    6th November 2015 / 9:13 am

    Awww such memories…precious memories too! Love the photos and the milk bottles 🙂

  17. 8th November 2015 / 9:43 pm

    Ah milk, cures most known ills! I love the pictures too, they’re so funny with the straws and the vintage milk bottles . And it’s so funny the way children assume that we don’t know the various tricks and never tried them ourselves

    • 9th November 2015 / 10:39 am

      I think my wild child and mischievous youth does have it’s advantages sometimes.

  18. 8th November 2015 / 10:52 pm

    aww i totally loved this and it stirred so many memories for me too … i remember drinking from the bottle and smirking as i walked out the kitchen and i knew my sister would get the leftovers lol lol

    Thanks for linking up and sharing with #MagicMoments

    • 9th November 2015 / 10:38 am

      So glad it’s not just me, I write these posts and then worry that I’m a weirdo and no one else will understand what I’m on about!

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