the wiener mom gets political

So the wiener mom has ventured out in to the wide world and it has been documented by the local news. "STAY AT HOME MOM OUT IN PUBLIC! CLOTHES ACTUALLY CLEAN(ISH)!"
Short Amy and I decided to head down to hear Michelle Obama speak on campus on Monday. LOVE Michelle Obama; would vote for her to pres. in a heartbeat. We packed up Little wiener in the stroller and power walked the mile to the stadium, where we found that the line to get into the park to hear her speak was extraordinarily long. Lucky for us, as we were making our way to the far away end, I came upon Daddy wiener's aunts in line, in matching Obama shirts. They pulled us in to join them and into their bosoms for hugs, the line stopped so we could be photographed all together, and then we were on our way. The rule follower in me felt bad for "line budging" but I think the law says if you're related it's not really budging.

We ended up right in front of the press area, pretty close to the stage. I was wearing my handmade "Tee Ball Moms for Obama" shirt and had been getting a fair amount of attention from the masses. I caught the eye of hot shot local reporter Carl Agnelly and he wanted to interview me. I put together a good amount of cohesive ideas, points and if I must say so, exhibited a great deal of grace under pressure. At the end, they took a long camera shot of my shirt. I was feeling pretty good, spoke well for my candidate, was respectful of the other side (blah blah-I don't want people getting the idea that Obama supporters are mean and nasty, that's the other side's job, as far as I can tell).

Michelle was late, which they always are, and of course once she came out to speak, Little wiener was completely exhausted and thrashing around, moaning. I had to sit down on the ground and give him the boob, so he fell asleep so everyone around me wouldn't give me the stink eye. He did fall asleep and I was able to stand up again and listen, but holding him and cheering simultaneously was tricky. Amy and I had to leave at 11:00 so I could get to preschool in time to pick up Middle wiener. We left the sleeping wiener with Aunties and basically ran home. Very hard for me to do without a sports bra-significant jostling was experienced.

Now that I was going to be on TV I felt the need to call just about everyone I knew to tell them to watch. Watch how smart I am! Watch how poised I am! So articulate! When the moment came we had the VCR set and were on the edges of our seats. Guess what? Of my whole, long, intelligent, poised interview they played only one sentence. Just the one. The real star of the show was my chest. They showed the close up of my shirt, which encompasses my massive breast-feeding chest. So there it is, in the archives. My boobs. Daddy wiener said, "that was my favorite part!" Oh, just kidding he added...