Spirit Awards–and Breast Milk

On the Red Carpet

As predicted, Phil didn’t win his Spirit Award category. But we had a blast. How can you not with Jameson Whiskey as the sponsor? I only dumped one glass of water (by accident) on a studio exec. Oops. I managed to leave the awards twice to pump in my car.  Since I had a sundress on–all one piece–I basically had to get naked as kids and parents frolicked in front of me. I hid behind the steering wheel as best I could. I looked like a lurker. Then I dumped the boob milk in a nearby bush. It needed to bloom so I gave it the proper nutrients to do so.

The red carpet was insanity. Complete mayhem. Was wild. I had no idea I’d be walking it with him (thus my first drink was slammed moments before the feeding frenzy). Of course no one knew who we were, but they snapped us as if we were mega stars. And we stood there cracking up at how ridiculous this all was.

Today my proverbial slipper has fallen off and I’m back to changing diapers, getting peed on and asking Fia if she has to poop in the potty. Naptime can’t come soon enough. For all of us!

Phil Being Interviewed

I'm not the wife, but rather "Table Guest"

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