I'll admit it: I wanna be a MILF
. (And I'm not talking about the Moro Islamic Liberation Front.) I love my husband, and I don't want anyone else but him, but that doesn't mean I don't want other men to want
My own mother was 35 when she had me, a year older than I am now. And (sorry, Mom) she was not a MILF. No mothers were when I was growing up. I very distinctly remember thinking that when you grow up and have kids you become overweight and matronly. The few moms who didn't were blessed with super-charged metabolism, and obviously that didn't run in my family.
This is honestly what I believed.
Of course, I no longer accepted this as fact by the time I was pregnant with Henry, but I did think it would take me a year or more to lose the pregnancy weight. So don't throw virtual rocks at me when I confess that I'm currently seven pounds under
my pre-pregnancy weight.
I still have a way to go before being a candidate for MILF-dom, though. Who has time for make-up with a new baby in the house? What's the point of pulling together a great outfit when you get spit up on several times a day? And any attention I might pay to my hair is wasted when I have to lay down with Henry to get him to nap during the day.
Still, a woman can dream.
So, if you're a single man and you see a harried mother with a new baby in the grocery store, be charitable and give her a little smile. She could
be hot...if she could only find the time.