Hot Mom Problems

On occasion I like to open up my Snarky site to a guest blogger so they can share their thoughts.  I was approached last week by a woman who thought I was incredibly unkind to the much maligned minority group known as Hot  Moms.  I thought she had a valid point so today our guest blogger, who’s going by the name “Hotter Than You,” reveals the hotter the mom the bigger the hot mess.

Even Hot Moms have problems.  You think it’s easy being tan 24/7 365?  Let me tell you it’s so not.  A March spring break only complicates our lives. It means we have to go from being just yoga pant hot to swimsuit super hot practically overnight.  The hair removal issues alone require advanced strategic scheduling.  It’s not like you can just go in and have a head to toe wax job.  Any Hot Mom worth her silver glitter Uggs knows you have to wax in stages spread out over at least a week for maximum hair removal efficiency.  For those of you who don’t believe that anyone as gorgeous as me can possibly have any difficulties in her life – here’s my List of Hot Mom Problems (Spring Break Edition).

Vajazzle glue causes epic lady business rash.  OMG and WTF are salons all buying their vajazzle glue from China?!!  This is my 3rd crotch rash since last November.  Just stop right there, I know what you’re going to say, “Maybe it’s not the glue, maybe your allergic to vajazzling.”  About that – hell to the no.  It’s not me, it’s salons pretending to be high-end and probably using an Elmer’s Glue Stick or worse Gorilla Glue to get those crystals to stay put. This is what’s wrong with America – not $4 a gallon gas, unemployment or the freaking environment, but sub-standard salon service.  When, I ask you, is a presidential candidate going to man up and talk about that?  You’d think Romney with that big old Ken doll mane of hair would have addressed this quality of life issue.  Just imagine the arsenal of styling products he must use to keep that fullness, color and hair height looking so good everyday?  (Off topic kind of – Can you imagine being the wife of a presidential candidate?  There is not enough Zoloft  in the world to make me stand by my husband’s side every damn day and act fascinated with whatever he says.  God, it would be like dating all over again minus the alcohol.  Eww!)

Should I pre-oil or wait till I arrive at the pool?  This is a tough one.  You want to look your best when you make your pool-side debut which suggest that pre-oiling is the way to go.  This way your spray tan is super shiny and just shouts, “Hey look at me. I’m hot!”  But, if you pre-oil that robs you of the opportunity to immediately attract attention by dropping your swim bag, ignoring your children, grabbing your lotion, putting one leg up on a chaise lounge (or using a pool umbrella as an impromptu stripper pole) and begin massaging shiny goo all over yourself.  Is there anything sexier than me in a bikini, one leg propped up high on the back of a chair, my fake wonder breasts trying to escape out of my tiny triangle top, doing an application of sun tan oil super high on my inner thigh while my vajazz peeks out?  The short answer – Hell No! P.S.  Just to prove that Hot Moms are giving, kind people I’ll share with you this secret.  Pour some glitter into your suntan oil so you not only shimmer, but sparkle.  You’re welcome.

Navel piercing belly bling doesn’t match vajzzle crystals – Seriously people who run salons, how hard is it to keep a decent supply of coordinated crystal colors in stock. Like I want to put on a bikini and walk around the resort wearing mismatched crystals.  I want my body bling to tell a color story of supreme hotness not be a hideous Fashion No.

Should I be worried that the esthetician who does my waxing gets more “hands on” time “down there” than my husband? Could I be a more loving and concerned fourth wife to even think about this?  No, I could not.  This proves that I’m hot and I care. Which is the most awesome combination e-v-e-r!  I wouldn’t have even have thought about this except a group of us mega hotties were talking while waiting for our pilates reformer class (mat pilates sooo 24 Hour Fitness) to begin and the subject of sex came up and one beauty mentioned that she did the math and her hoo haa spent more time getting groomed than it did getting boom boomed. (If you now what I mean.)  Is that so wrong?  Is it our fault that hair really does grow overnight or that our husbands are obsessed with their i Pads?

Hair up or down?  Hot Moms want to wear their hair down at all times. It’s part of our by-laws and a big part of our sacred Hot Mom pledge.  Pretty much no matter what the circumstances or sports activity we like to have our hair flowing.  You really can’t even qualify to be a Hot Mom if you gave birth with bad hair.  Seriously, if you were a sweaty mess with your hair in some kind of scrunchie, pony tail hell while in labor then shame on you. I delivered heavily medicated (Don’t tell me you didn’t demand they top off your epidural?) in full make-up. (Waterproof foundation and mascara are key.)  My hair was freshly blown out and I had on some darling hoop earrings and a tasteful diamond necklace (An early push present.) I even had my husband apply some Channel Lip Plumper (I picked a muted pink color so it wouldn’t clash with the god awful blue/green hospital gown) right before the last push so I would look amazing for the delivery photos. If you think having a C-section is permission to look frumpy, think again.  Surgery is no excuse to slack off.  You take your just styled hair, gently fold it into the surgical cap thingy and ta da – after the C surg and combination tummy tuck (Really why waste perfectly good anesthesia?) you take that cap off, swing your hair a couple of times and you’re back in the game.

Wow, I totally got sidetracked.  What I’ve been trying to get to is the whole pool side Hot Mom hair issue.  Yes, you want to wear it down, but the whole messy bun thing is soo in fashion and if your hair is in a messy bun then you don’t have to worry about it trailing over your boobs and hiding your spectacular cleavage that you paid soo much for.  It’s like Sophia’s choice – do you put your hair up for best boob view or keep it down and stay true to your Hot Mom pledge. I haven’t been this conflicted since I had to decide whether or not I wanted a nipple enhancement when I got my last augmentation. It’s things like this that keep me awake at night.  Thank you pharmacy gods for Ambien.

Bad Spray Tan - Yes, bad spray tans happen to hot people.  Trust me if you’re a Hot Mom you’ve, somewhere in your career of being beautiful, have received a tan that can best be described as ashy orange or as us Hot Moms call it assy orange. It’s a tanning hazard that comes with the territory of being amazing.  The first time this happens you’ll go through the Five Stages of Tanning Tears.  Stage one is denial that your tan even looks that orange.  You’ll tell yourself it’s just the fluorescent light in the store or that it will look better in sunlight.  Next, you’ll get angry at your tanning establishment and strike out at them on their Facebook page calling them the “Orange Julius” of tanning salons.  After you get that out of your system you’ll experience Stage 3 and probably drop to your knees and offer a moving pray to the Patron Saint of Hot Moms – Pamela Anderson –  vowing to never ever ask for “extra custom airbrushing” again if she would use her powers to magically change your tan from pumpkin to sun-kissed.  When that doesn’t work you’ll get very depressed and try to perhaps drink yourself into such a stupor that you no longer know your primary colors – making it no big deal that you’re currently the color of a carrot. Lastly, you’ll accept your orangeness, buy a six-pack of St. Ives exfoliating body scrub at Wal Mart mix that with some Comet with bleach and spend a half day in the shower rubbing your skin raw or as I like to call it a “at home full body chemical peel” to knock down your orange to a more acceptable burnt sienna

The Nip Slip – Is it really that bad?  If I’m in a bikini chances are I’m going to nip slip. Sometimes it just happens and sometimes I’ll admit I make it happen. It’s not because I enjoy showing off my stuff, well it is kinda, but it’s more because I believe my boobs have the power to make people happy.  Take last week for example, there I was in my Hot Mom spring break uniform – super skimpy bikini, belly piercing, hair down with a straw cowboy hat, Ugg flip-flops and a trio of David Yurman “statement” necklaces.  Right next to me was this scary mom in a freaking tank suit or whatever they call swim wear that covers you up from chest to thigh.  This lady didn’t even have a sarong or a maxi dress on instead she was wearing navy blue capri track pants OVER her swimsuit that appeared to have food stains on them .(Psst – It was Snarky.)  I was about to hurl and then I noticed she was physically deformed – cankles and a severe case of whale knees . I hope she’s a member of that support group I donated to. What’s it called? Is it Doctors Without Borders? No, no, that’s not it.  Oh, now I remember it’s – People Without Plastic Surgeons. If that wasn’t bad enough she keep on talking to her husband about something called a “brisket taco.”  God, she couldn’t shut up about it. It was all “the brisket was so lean.  The sauce was so savory.”  Who even eats solid foods after Christmas? I gave up chewing for Lent.  To get this rocking bod I’ve been on a protein shake diet for going on almost 4 months.  I felt so sorry for her poor husband that I did an “on purpose” double nip slip.  I’m sure it just about made his year. Why have incredible breasts if you can’t use them to bring joy to others?  – I guess I can check “good deed done for the day” off my “to do” list.

See, I’ve got my share of problems.  All I ask is that the next time you’re so quick to judge me to remember that although I’m immensely better looking than you and my credit card, of course, has a much higher limit, I could be suffering from a crotch rash from hell and that’s all the reason I need to cut in front of you in the school drop off-line – again.

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Breaking News Alert! It has just come to my attention that a few of you do not know what a Vajazzle is. For the love of all the glitters please check out my Vajazz Trilogy: Vajazzle Seriously?, Your Valentine Vajazzle Headquarters and PTA Vajazzle Fundraiser Time Line.

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25 thoughts on “Hot Mom Problems

  1. Well, after doing a google search, as I had no glimmer what a David Yurman “statement” necklace was, I now know that if you drop 13K on a necklace, you get free shipping. That’s useful information….in some parallel universe.

    Have you ever used Gorilla glue? It’s awesome, at least for gluing rocking horses, chess pieces and a piece of my fender back on. When you first apply it and stick the two parts together, it does a bubbling, foaming thing. The vajazzle visual that foamy, bubbly mess gave me ….priceless!

  2. Amy says:

    hilarious! I have to admit I think I am kinda glad I have no idea what nipple enhancement is much less a “statement” necklace. Is that like one of those gold necklaces we all wore in high school with our names written in fancy cursive (circa 1985)?

    • I was also clueless about the Yurman statement necklace until I spent part of my Spring Break listening to women talk about them. They are very expensive (to me) clunky, twisted gold and silver chains.

  3. Hmmm… I think Marcia above might have her vajay caught in her bikini. Just sayin’. Because this was a HOOT. I don’t know which bit was most snarkily hilarious, but the first laugh came at “advanced strategic scheduling” and the last one at “crotch rash from hell”

  4. TracyJune says:

    Thank You! I will now be “nicer” to the hot Moms I meet. I mean, who knew the horrors they went through?! I’ll have to stop sitting next to them at the pool, talking in my loud voice about fake boobs and tans that are in abundance. About the dangers of skin cancer and laughing rancously at them wearing makeup to the pool. Shame on me. Thanks again for alerting me to their personal hell.

  5. I have to agree with Marcia, and my vajayjay is not caught in my bikini. ;) I know I’m outta the loop but, what is Vajazzle and exactly WHERE down there do you put them?? Are we now outlining it like some sort of landing strip so our husbands/boyfriends/girlfriends know where to go? I don’t know, call me unfashionable, but the thought of having rhinestones glued there does NOT sound comfortable. Come back Snarky! :)

  6. As the antithesis of a Hot Mom (always a pony-tail, skirted tank-ini, barely go in the sun let alone fake tan, etc.), I read this is awe; as if learning about a totally different culture, maybe the Reverse Aborigines. Thank you “Hotter Than You” for giving me a glimpse into how the other 1% lives and reminding me of all the effort that would need to go into being that hot. Today in my Dailey Method class, rather than roll my eyes back at the frivolity of your tastefully coordinated, skin tight “exercise wear”, or your perfectly done hair BEFORE your workout, I will take a moment to ponder what you might be going through, and thank my lucky stars that I do not shoulder the burden of being a Hot Mom. Enjoyed the guest writing but always love your blogs Snarky. Thanks for the regular laughs.

  7. Kate says:

    THis was not a good post at all. I was so excited when I saw you posted something new, and then I read this….and let’s be clear, I am not an overweight, ugly hater. I am a 30 year old mom who definitly takes cares of myself, but come on…..no one gives a shit about the problems of putting rhinestones on their vajayjay. gimme me a break!

  8. SJ says:

    Google image Big Fat Gypsy Weddings, and be prepared to be astounded at the source of Britain’s national shame! Vajazzle, fake bake and conspicuous excess. Believe me Hot Moms, you ain’t seen nothing yet!!

  9. OMG…is she for real? Please, PLEASE tell me it was typed in Sarcasm Font, LOL!

    I mean, I’m one of those “scary” moms in a tank suit or whatever, and I have NEVER, even at my size five height of adorable-ness EVER done a “nip slip.” (Skinny dip, already…LOL)

    I’m sorry…I laughed my way through this entire post, remembering how I looked after having given birth to my middle son – hair stuck to my head (sweat, ha ha, eww, gross!), fat lip on the left side after trying to bite through it on pushes (good drugs – I didn’t even FEEL it till it was over), and all that good stuff.

    Holy crap…If we can’t laugh at ourselves, why bother!?! LMAO!

    Priceless! You have a new follower. :)

  10. southernlites says:

    Priceless…..I could just see this Hot Mom and all her hotness….especially the part about the vajazzling and the straw hat. They’re EVERYWHERE in the summer. Pool shoes and a tankini are the best things in the world so I don’t exactly hang out with them. You rock lady!

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