Proper little mummy...

As a rule, I hate stereotypes, of any kind.
But now that I'm a mummy, there are a few I actually quite like.

Let me explain...

We're going to a party tomorrow - my friend's little girl is one, it'll be the little dude's first party - exciting :D

So today, we went to town to buy a present (cute denim dress, a hand puppet, and a gorgeous touchy-feeley book), and when we got back, I wrapped it all up, and finished off the birthday card I'd been making (which you can see on my crafty blog if you like).

My friend had asked if the grown up guests could bring an offering for the buffet, so I whipped up a batch of cupcakes and left them to cool. (My baking skills are limited, but I make YUMMY cupcakes.)

Then, I went to make dinner (veggie lasagne incase you're curious!), and while that was cooking, I iced the cupcakes, voila:


I went back into the lounge where Daddy & Little Dude were engrossed in the very hungry caterpillar, and put the tin of cakes next to the birthday girl's present & card. Chatting to myself, I was all
...presents wrapped? check. card written? check. cakes done? check. dinner in the oven? check...
(yes, slight obsessive compulsive tendancies at work there, it keeps me sane :P)

and that's when the daddy (having finished telling LD all about the very hungry caterpillar) said,
"aww, look at you, you're a proper little mummy! :D"

And d'you know what? I think I am. And I think I like it.
Don't get me wrong, I'll never let myself become nothing but 'the little woman', the daddy will *always* be expected to do his share, and the feisty opinionated chick with the passions for loud music & heated debate will always be part of me, but I guess there's a little domestic goddess in there too, and that's not such a bad thing :D