I write this post in an effort to explain to you why I am meant to win the #TypeACeleb contest. There are almost 30 of us in the running for a fabulous prize package, and I KNOW that my competition is fierce, but I need this. Especially after the day I had last week…

It all started in New York. I was there for a press conference for my new movie, “Secrets of a Type-A Mom.” I overslept, though, and showed up fashionably late, of course. Surprisingly the reporters didn’t want to hear about my movie. Instead they asked probing questions about my personal life, like “Did you really birth all of those kids?” and “How can you be a movie star and still homeschool all of them?” I actually got into an argument with the New York Post entertainment writer who wanted to know, “Where are your kids right now and why aren’t they with you?” It was awful.

It was finally time to head back to the West Coast. On my way to JFK, I called home and expected to talk to my daughter, but she wasn’t answering our home phone. She clearly wasn’t where she was supposed to be, so I left her a message chastising her for not doing her homework… Of course, the tape got leaked and taken out of context by TMZ.

Once in LA I was overwhelmed by paparazzi, of course. I always am. But, there’s this one photographer who literally stalks me. I had to defend myself, but the police saw it differently and restrained me.

Anyway, I finally got home to pick up my kids, but because my nanny didn’t have them all ready to go, we showed up late to The Tonight Show taping. Can you believe that I got chewed out by Jay Leno’s producer – “Seven kids is no excuse for making Jay wait!!” Lesson learned.

The taping went pretty well, but it made us late for a playdate at Charlie Sheen’s house. On court orders, he only has his kids one day a week – today – so we tried to make the most of the short time we had. Later that night, though, as we headed home, we got pulled over. The cop thought I had been drinking, but really? I was yelling at my kids to stop wrestling in the back seat. They didn’t have their seatbelts on, so I was fined a pretty penny.

Luckily my nanny was home to put the kids to bed, but… what a day!! It’s tough being a celebrity.

Okay, so maybe that didn’t really happen. In fact, I can breathe a sigh of relief that it certainly didn’t! It’s true that sometimes I am scrutinized by the public. Sometimes I feel like I am run ragged. And, I mess up with my kids. But, I will gladly trade the life of a Hollywood movie star for my life.

Just for fun, though, I asked my husband which celebrity I am most like. Here’s what he said::

You’re most like Julia Roberts: you both have twins and you both have great hair. But, you never played a prostitute and don’t like Hugh Grant, so there are some differences.

Thanks for the hair compliment, Babe, but some people think it’s more than just the hair that makes us look alike! {Ahem.}

If I really stop to think about it, I certainly am a celebrity in my own right… I have (little) people constantly vying for my attention, asking me hard questions, following me around, and watching my every move. Men (my little men, that is) just want to spend time with me. People stop and stare, any time I go somewhere with my lucky seven. We’ve even been interviewed and talked about.

I sometimes feel like a celebrity because of this little thing I call my mom blog. I am often called to appear on my local news programs. I have had the privilege of being a spokesmom and brand ambassador for some great companies, appearing in print, as well as on the radio. And, there are at least 10,000 people who know that my alias is YoungMommy. That counts for something, right?

But, I’d love to kick it up a notch, or two. I believe that the Type-A Parent Conference will help me do just that. Besides, I’d be crazy not to want to have a social media diva take care of me for a couple of days!

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