As the weather gets warmer and we are logging more park hours, I am reflecting back on this post… thinking it may be time for a Part II of “I AM NOT THIS MOM– Identifying MORE Creatures of the Momosphere.” Your thoughts?
Remember back in high school when the cafeteria was separated by type? As in… the cheerleader type, the nerdy type, the athletic type, the burnout type, the trenchcoat type. And each type or “clique,” or group, or whatever you want to call it, was unmistakable not only by outward appearance, but also the ultimate hierarchical tool –location of their lunch table. Of course there were those who claimed independent, but we called them the “floater” type. They were welcome at anyone’s table… but not for longer than 10 minutes at a time before they floated elsewhere.
Well, as it turns out, this same concept rings true in the mommy world. Only the playing field is not made up of rectangular pizza on bespeckled lunch trays and oddly similarly bespeckled tile flooring. Our arena is the local park, and the “types” all go by the same name… Mommy.
There’s the “Overly Prepared” type–…
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