Today's post is superficial. Well, at least to most of the women's rights activists in the world. Today I'm going to think outside my head about the curse of the stay at home mom. The downfall into soccermomhood disease and the lack of self preservation and importance in the fashion world.I'm talking about just letting yourself go. Just waking up and living in those fabulous yoga pants and the over-sized shirt. Where throwing your hair up in a ponytail and wearing no makeup doesn't even faze you. I have met so many mothers over the past year that are stay at home moms. a "SAHM" in internet terminology. It seems the one kid mom still looks cute, tries to be everything to her husband and child. Where the one with two kids is wearing the yoga pants, brushes the hair on most days, and maybe puts on some mascara if lucky. Why is that? Why when we have two kids to get ready (or more), that we put ourselves on the bottom of the list?
One view I want us SAHM to stop and think about is what we are up against. What our husbands, as visual creatures are visually stimulated with while away from home. Ohh, and PLEASE don't get me wrong. Our husbands love us. They love us dearly or they wouldn't be with us for the most part. I love and respect my husband and believe with my whole heart that he does. HOWEVER, I am not naive to think that the evils in the world don't try to tempt him on a weekly, daily, or hourly basis by way of television, internet, or people out and about in every day life. So, why do I bring this up? Well, that's the issue. Us SAHM's are so comfortable in our "all natural" that we forget that our husbands, as highly visual creatures that they are, want to see us just being lovely. Fixing our hair, wearing a cute shirt with those yoga pants and maybe spending 5-10 minutes in front of the mirror, not necessarily for us, but for the visual pleasure of our husbands.
Please don't misinterpret my ramblings as a cure all, or a lure for a bad marriage. My ramblings are from my observations of what I see going on around me. It is the opposite of the June Cleaver method of the 50's where she was finely dressed all day long in heals. But surely, we can find common ground in the middle, where we can still hold a sparkly in our husband's eyes when he sees that girl he married years ago looking cute with clean matching fitted clothes, fixed hair, and maybe a little liner with that mascara. Bonus for the lip gloss :)
