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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

But, I'm Still Mom Sexy

Have you heard about MOM SEXY? My bloggy sis*, The Mommyologist, is on a mission to bring Mom Sexy back. For moms to be comfortable in their own skin and still feel sexy.


So, this week, to celebrate her blogoversary, she is asking us to tell all the reasons we are still MOM SEXY, despite the changes in our mom bodies and routines.  You can click over to her blog to find out how to participate!


There was a time recently when I actually did feel sexy. I was all dressed up for my baby brother's wedding. Loved my dress, rocked HIGH high heels for the first time in YEARS, hair did, make-up on, fabulous matching wrap and earrings. I was SEXY.
Give it up for my sil, who is totally MOM SEXY with her adorable pregnant belly. Me in heels, her in bare feet- I'm really not that much taller than she is.

But, my youngest got sick and puked straight down the front of my dress. Yet, I was still MOM SEXY.


I felt this the most as I headed into the restroom to attempt to clean myself up as best as I could. Because at the sinks were two girls crying their eyes out. One going on about some guy who wasn't there with her but she had wanted as her date. And the other moaning that her date was paying more attention to one of the bridesmaids than to her. My Hubs was off cleaning up our pukey toddler because he's DAD SEXY. And I wouldn't have wanted to trade my life for theirs, despite the fact that their bellies hadn't been stretched by three babies and their boobs were still perky. And neither was covered with puke. Because I'm confident in what I have in my life. MOM SEXY, baby.


We fled to the mini-van(I may drive a mini-van, but I'm still MOM SEXY) where Hubs gave me his shirt to wear and I stashed my dress as far away from me as I could get it. Driving home in nothing but his shirt, even if I did stink of baby puke...you guessed it, still MOM SEXY.


But, for my day-to-day look, I may have pairs of sweats that I consider my "good" sweats and rock a ponytail more than any other hairstyle, but I can still be MOM SEXY.

Yes, I'm missing a child in this pic. I'll call you the MOM SEXY GODDESS if you can figure out how to get all three of my boys in the same pic without the use of duct tape. Or Gorilla Glue.

And I may never will never be back in a size 0 or even a size 2 without major surgery but I can still be confident in my curves and love being soft and of course, be MOM SEXY.


It's not about what we wear or if we are in desperate need of a root touch-up or if we need to lose the baby weight from the baby who is now in kindergarten- it's about attitude. So, decide to be MOM SEXY!


*The Mommyologist is not my actual sister, just my bloggy one. We've known each other in blogland almost since the beginning of her blog and were roomies at a conference together. If random.org decides to pull my number as the winner of her Mom Sexy contest, you cannot cry nepotism. She's had plenty of other contests that I have not won.

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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Frump Gets in the Way of Mom Sexy

I had the honor of being the Mom Sexy Blogger of the Month in April. And, most of the time, I can totally fake that pull that off.



I can have confidence and not care that my body doesn't look the same as it did back before I had kids or that my idea of a hot night out still gets us home by 10pm...at the latest. 


But, what can really get me down is dressing like a frump.


It's hard to feel Mom Sexy in sweats or a pair of beat up shorts. Top it off with a shirt that has either a hole in it or stains on it or both and any thoughts of sexy are gone.


I make excuses.


It's comfortable.


I'm not going anywhere anyway.


My boys will make a mess of whatever I'm wearing.


Hubs doesn't care what I wear anyway.


I don't have the money for nice clothes.


But, after reading Laura Bennett's book Didn't I Feed You Yesterday?: A Mother's Guide to Sanity in Stilettos, I decided I needed to rethink my excuses. Especially after reading this quote:


"Style is not about money. Does my style say my kids have taken over my life and I haven't had sex in decades? Or does it say I'm fabulous, and these boys are going to have a hell of a time finding a girl like dear old Mom?"

Btw, you can win an autographed copy of the book here.


I have to admit that there are a lot of days when my style(can it even be called that?) probably says that my kids have completely destroyed taken over my life. I look like I've had no sleep, like I need a shower and some caffeine.


When really, it isn't that much more effort to dress better.


And that I need to stop using money as an excuse for why I don't dress better.


Today, I'm putting on a sundress that I got at Walmart.


Yes, Walmart. I know, not exactly the fashion capital of the world.


But, I guarantee you that I look more put together and feel better about myself in my Walmart dress than I do in a pair of beat up Abercrombie shorts and a stained Bebe t-shirt.


And feeling better about myself is a way to feel Mom Sexy.


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Thursday, April 1, 2010

Bringing MOM SEXY Back

Yesterday afternoon: 80+ degrees and my boys want to go play on the beach.


So, I started to put on an appropriate "mom at the beach" outfit.


And flashed back to my 24 year-old self.


My hottest self.


She would get ready for the beach by throwing on her tiniest bikini, sunglasses, and a pair of flip-flops. She would have grabbed a towel, a book, and a drink, and been out the door.


And she would have thought she was the hottest thing out there.


She wouldn't have been concerned about wobbly bits or cellulite or what anyone else thought of her.


My 32 year-old mom-to-three thinks differently these days.


But, then I remembered a post that I was supposed to write after I got back in from the beach.

You see, my bloggy sister is on a mission to Bring Mom Sexy Back.


Mom Sexy- it might be different than how we used to view sexy, but it's sexy all the same.


Like 40 is the new 30, Mom Sexy is the new sexy. It's about confidence and not letting being a mom stop you from being a rockstar.


I was all excited about her idea and was going to write about how I can still be sexy as a mom of three, despite not having that same figure that I had back when I was young and hot.


I'm still hot.


But, how could I write that if I went out on the beach in my mumu? Okay, I don't really own a mumu. But, close enough.


So, I dug around and found a pair of what Hubs calls "booty shorts" and a halter top. After all, it's 80+ degrees and it's the beach.


And I headed out to the beach to play in the sand with my boys.


My boys who decided that it was warm enough to play in the breaking waves.

 
And so, this mom, with her "mommy tummy," wobbly arms, and thighs that touch, laughed and ran and chased her little boys through the waves, with no thought to the people passing by or sitting on the sand.


And, that's Mom Sexy.


That 24 year-old? She probably would have gone out with some guy she met on the beach.


This mom? She tucked her little men into bed, poured a glass of wine, and waited for her husband to come home from work.


And that's Mom Sexy, too.


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The Mommyologist is starting a revolution! On the last Monday of every month, she'll put up a linky, encouraging us all to Bring Mom Sexy Back. AND she'll name someone the Mom Sexy Blogger of the Month. This month, it's ME. Go check out her blog for more details!


Are you Mom Sexy?



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