I wake up in the morning and there she is, A Mom in Red High Heels, standing there in her Victoria’s Secret Flyaway Satin Babydoll. I look down and see her feet, nails painted Hot Blooded #18, caressed by her red high heels from Carlos by Carlos Santana. Standing before me she holds a breakfast tray with eggs, Belgian waffle, steaming coffee and the L.A. Times sports page. Is that ESPN she has on TV? She looks at me alluringly and says, “Good morning stu…”.
“Dad! Mom says to get up.” I was jolted back to reality by Montana, my lovely 3-year-old.
Life with A Mom in Red High Heels is, unfortunately for me, not exactly like that. It’s life like everybody else. Get the kids up, dressed, fed, off to shcool. Then its piano, soccer, play dates, birthday parties, and on and on. But through it all, A Mom in Red High Heels is looking good. No dreaded frumpy mummy here!
Living with A Mom in Red High Heels has changed my perspective on how I view things. I have subconsciously received a fashion education. When I drop the kids off at school and see what moms are wearing, I say things (to myself) like, “I wouldn’t have gone out of the house wearing that, those pants and top don’t match, and where did you get those shoes, Home Depot?”
I now know there is a difference between shoes by Naughty Monkey (shoes?!) and Carlos Santana (guitarist?!). At a concert I’ll see a strikingly beautiful woman with long legs, skinny jeans and high heels and I go, whoa, those pants are way too short for those 4 inch heels!
When A Mom in Red High Heels and I get to go out, she is too hot to touch. Her 7 For All Mankind jeans, Sweet Pea top and Carlos Santana shoes are perfectly matched and I enjoy the attention she gets. Eat your heart out guys; she is going home with me!
I close my eyes and escape back into my fantasy. There she is again, A Mom in Red High Heels, smiling seductively as she comes towards me…
“Dad! Get up!”
This was a fun tongue-in-cheek piece my hubby wanted to share from his perspective of being married to A Mom in Red High Heels. I’m proud that he still can say “Whoa” when he sees me and he tells me I look great every single day (he’s so good to me!).
What do you think? Let me know if you want to hear more from the man behind the Mom!
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