Perfect Housewife?

It's been a busy week. I haven't even had time to blog or read other peoples blogs. And boy, have I missed you lot. But, I seem to have got myself a little old life all of a sudden.
This week I have had a flurry of social activities. I normally get a bit nauseous if I have more than two things planned a week. I like my freedom, I like spending time on my own with my children, I find talking with other mums constantly about the children and what they are eating/how they are sleeping/how often they are pooing etc great for one or two hours a week, but beyond that I begin to glaze over.
This week however, has been a strange one for me... I have felt like a proper housewife. Something I have possibly been trying to resist for some time.
Monday - Went to playgroup but my usual friend wasn't there, so I spent some lovely quality time making a teddy bear with my daughter, squishing playdoh and helping hand out the squash to the children instead of my usual standing with friend at tea counter, gossiping and moaning about how annoying our husbands have been over the weekend.
Tuesday - Tea and scones with mums from school so we could get to know each other in a gorgeous house. It was Emma Bridgewater mugs, giant tea pots of earl grey, home made scones and star biscuits, labelled baskets for toys (food, music, lego, pens, dolls, balls, etc etc.). It was amazing. I wanted this mum to come over to mine and organise my life. She had lived in the US for four years. It showed. She hosted the event so well considering not one person in the room knew each other. The new school mums were also really lovely and friendly. It was fab!
Wednesday - Soft play area with gossipy friend and her poorly girl, straight up to school, pick up big girl and take her for lunch at her new boy friends house. I had never met the mum before. Was dreading having to make small talk yet again for several hours. But she was great. We had a lovely few hours, except for being told by big girls new friend that baby girl had done a stinker of a poo in his bedroom. But what's a bit of poo between friends? In the evening met gossipy friend and went to see Mama Mia. What a daft movie. I loved it! I want to be Meryl Streep. Although not when she kisses Pierce Brosnan. Yuk.
Thursday - Beautiful sunshine, food shop, park and then dinner out with my two neighbours who have a combined age of the 95. Leave husband his favourite dinner after having made children their favourite dinner.
Friday - Walk to and from school, then walk to park, then walk to shops, then cook dinner. Get email from old work asking what my phone number is, as big boss wants to speak to me. Could this be about a job? Tummy flips. Collapse in bed, exhausted at 10pm instead of writing a blog/reading all your blogs...bad blogger...
Saturday - Clean house from top to bottom. Practice making lovely buns for Harvest Festival next week whilst baby girl sleeps. Take children out to local farm to pick strawberries, sweetcorn and apples in beautiful sunshine whilst husband plays football.
Sunday - So far, I have tossed some home made pancakes with handpicked strawberries for breakfast. My god. I don't want to blow my own trumpet or anything, but I'm feeling like I am the perfect housewife...
So just when I seem to have it covered, have finally started to give in, can make buns, cook a boingy cottage pie, chewy lasagne, fresh pancakes with handpicked fruit, I could be getting the call up from work.
So, what now?