As the Road Warrior’s younger second wife, I’m technically supposed to be the Trophy Wife. That means my days should be spent getting my nails done, lunching with the girls and driving the Jag (Jaguar) to the gym.
The only problem with that is:
a.) While I love pedicures, I cannot stand sitting still for manicures because I’m all about multi-tasking and how will I read a book, or plan out my homeschool lesson plans if I cannot use my hands?
b.) We don’t have a Jaguar. You cannot fit 4 Britax car seats in there. Go figure.
c.) I’m not a fan of going to the gym. Or working out. I’m lazy like that.
d.) We have four children under the age of 7. I think trophy wives usually only have one token accessory child. Otherwise, they might suffer from excessive hair loss or not have time for manicures or lunching with the girls. Plus, as I said before, you cannot fit four car seats in a Jaguar.
e.) Who has time for lunch with the girls when you have field trips, nature study, homeschooling, co-op, blogging (here, here, and here) and writing reviews for Heart of the Matter or homeschooling articles for the Examiner?
I also suspect it also doesn’t hurt if you have a full time nanny or your own reality show. But ultra private Big Daddy won’t be going for the reality show thing anytime soon—and I’m not so sure that fans of The Real Housewives of NJ will find me as interesting to watch. Unless they like stories of when Homeschooling goes bad or how I can manage to kill a resurrection plant but hatch gecko eggs in an incubator!
So, I guess I’m not your typical Trophy Wife.