I remember my kid free single days with great fondness and confusion. I remember being driven by what I can only imagine being some godless evil entity, to cram my feet into the most god awful uncomfortable shoes. Painful yet ADORABLE! I remember the awkward stiff legged stride (caused by super high heels). Ahhh, those fun nights on the dance floor jumping around, getting my groove on with my most prized accessories clutched in one hand with a drink in the other. Yes, cute shoes, along with my twenties seem to be a fleeting memory.
My hips hurt from the stretching and rearranging they went through during pregnancy. My feet are wider and longer. my back hurts, and quite frankly, I have no where fancy to be. I cant imagine wearing cute heels anymore. The thought of it makes me want to pop pain killers and cry. I guess this is where bedroom role playing comes into the mix.
Men, when you see your wife standing in the doorway to the bedroom wearing a teddy and sexy pair of heels, you need to know one thing. She isn't wearing them for you. Shes wearing them, right there in the doorway because that's the only way she can probably wear them...standing still. Shes too tired to wobble in them except for the distance from the closet to the bed. Not to mention the fact she probably doesn't have anywhere to wear them to other than the park or grocery store. And we all know that stilettos look ridiculous with mom sweaters and yoga pants. HELL, they might not even fit!
