Allow me to describe for you a juxtaposition of comments relayed to Husband this week—one regarding himself, and the other regarding me.
First, the comment regarding Him:
It was Sunday, and we were innocently visiting with my in-laws while getting ready for Boy #3’s belated-belated birthday party, when my father-in-law said to my husband, “Oh! Have I got something to tell you!”
He started explaining that he worked with this woman who is our age, what she does for the company, etc., etc. He said they were in his office discussing something when he noticed that she was looking at the slide show of photos that was playing on his computer. Suddenly she interrupted him, an intent look in her eyes.
Her: “Wait. Can I ask you something?”
Him: “Sure. What?”
Her: “Can you go back a couple of photos?”
So my father-in-law went back to the photo she was referring to and said, “This one?”
Her: “Yeah, that’s the one.”
It was a photo of Husband holding Boy #3. I thought to myself (because, of course, I was listening to the conversation), “Oh, she must know him. She probably went to college with us.” Seriously, I swear EVERYONE knows my husband. He seems to have some reputation that precedes him everywhere he goes.
But I definitely wasn’t prepared for what I heard next:
Her: “I just have two questions for you. That guy is SMOKIN’ HOT. Who is he? And is he married?”
“HECK YES, he’s married!” I heard myself blurt out with a bit too much Napoleon in it. I looked over to see my in-laws smiling and Husband looking a bit embarrassed but definitely flattered. It really was kind of humorous (Of course, my father-in-law told her that he was married with three boys.), but for some reason, it kind of bothered me.
Honestly, it’s been since college that I’ve heard any woman refer to my husband as “hot.” (Not sure I’ve ever heard the “smokin'” part.) Not that he’s not a great-looking guy, but it’s just that once you’re married, people don’t usually tell you how cute they think your man is. So I just wasn’t sure what to DO with that. Okay, I’m married to someone that someone else thinks is hot. I may need to step it up a bit, I decided. You know, maybe wear something around the house besides sweat pants that are so tight that they cling to my generous bulges and a big ratty T-shirt. Possibly make sure I brush my teeth before noon on Saturdays. Something like that…
So as you can see, I was already feeling a bit insecure about my own appearance compared to my husband’s. You know, I can’t say anyone has referred to ME as “smokin’ hot” since, I don’t know…EVER! But then, last night, Husband had to tell me about THIS COMMENT, which just drove a nail in the coffin of my already wounded self-esteem…
Comment about ME:
Husband set the scene by telling me that he was driving Boy #2 to his dance class (Yes, my boy is a dancer!) last night when Boy #2 asked a question, completely out of the blue.
Boy #2: So, do you think Mom’s going to have a girl this time?
Husband: What?! [Trying not to swerve off the road.] Honey, Mom’s not having a baby.
Boy #2: Well, she sure keeps getting fatter!
So there you have it. He’s smokin’ hot, and I look like I’m 6 months pregnant.
And the diet begins…NOW.