I have no clue when I became such a stereotype. So many stereotypes, actually.
The other day, I was the ultimate overcompensating working mom. I chaperoned a school field trip, still spent a full day at the office, and came home to bake-- and package individually with cute green curly ribbon-- 48 cookies for the school bake sale the following day.
Later in the week, I was the quintessential over-scheduling mom, signing both kids up for summer swim lessons and Harry up for spring and summer Tball and spring ballet, in addition to Jack's Little Gym class that runs through June and Harry' current swim lesson and sports class.
I enjoyed a stereotypical June Cleaver SAHM day where I made my family an entire organic meal from scratch, did 3 loads of laundry, and primped (primped!!) before my husband came home, after leading the kids in arts and crafts time and helping Harry practice writing H's during our TV-free time while Jack slept.
I rounded out my week with a day of being "that mom" who schleps her kids to activities all morning and has the sitter come by in the afternoon so she can go to the store and the gym unencumbered and with a stop for a leisurely latte.
I'm doing my part to participate in the Mommy Wars, I guess, by trying on many mom roles. No surprise, I like Leisure Mom the best.
Jack has been wearing these glasses for days. He tried them on randomly one morning (he found them under my bed, and judging by the dust, they had been there for a loooong time-- say tuned for a fascinating post about cleaning angst that I've had brewing for awhile), and Harry told him he looked like a movie star. He's been wearing them ever since.
Harry. He will NOT smile for the camera. Will not. He is going to look at pictures someday and think he had a sad, sad childhood.