I spent my weekend in Atlanta at the Ritz in Buckhead. On Saturday, I visited the Dry Bar for a blowout and dressed in a long sequined gown for the Iris Awards hosted by HLN and Mom 2.0 where I was nominated as a Breakout Blog Of The Year.
I also took many breaks to hook myself up to a breast pump and milk myself like the dairy cow I am. So much lactation, many soaked breast pads. I wore the ball gown to a liquor store where I pushed a grocery cart.
The glamour couldn’t be contained.
I didn’t win the Iris Award for Breakout Blog Of The Year, but when you’re nominated amongst Conversations With My 2 Year Old, Honest Toddler, Momma’s Gone City, Neon Fresh, and Village Q, you don’t really go into it with any expectations at all.
That whole “it’s an honor to be nominated” line is real. It was an honor, and I so loved watching my friend Jessica Shyba (Momma’s Gone City- creative genius behind #TheoandBeau) accept her award.
I also sobbed an ugly, happy cry when my friend Katherine Stone of Postpartum Progress accepted her award for Philanthropic Work. Those of you who’ve followed me for a while know how much Katherine’s work has affected me on a personal level (as she has also affected many of you).
And then I came home where I was reminded that my children give exactly zero fucks that I was nominated for anything – as it should be. Leyna eagerly invited me to the potty with her so she could sing to me while she pooped. Kendall showed me his newest Skylander and boasted how it’s already “fully upgraded.”
And Lowell hated me.
This was the look he gave me after he reluctantly nursed (thank GOD because alllllll the clogged ducts) while avoiding eye contact. He then cried and reached and called for “DaDA!”
“Let me just remind you, little guy, that Dada leaves for 5 to 10 days A MONTH, and you never get mad at him,” I huffed as he gave me the side-eye.
Don’t worry, he forgave me. The lure of fresh, warm milk from cuddly boobies is a powerful tool.
Now, it’s back to life as usual, except I really need to work hard to break out of some usual molds around here. This weekend was beyond inspiring and validating and I’m ready to kick some ass.
But first, I need to go nurse a baby to sleep.