I think I’ve become ‘that mom’. No, not that mom, the other one. You know, the mom whose mind has completely evaporated to the point that she can’t remember her child’s name until she gets to it as she goes down the list. I’ve caught myself doing that SO many times lately.

One of my~little~blessings in disguise, will do something they aren’t supposed to do (did I mention that they’re not perfect either?) and I will start to call ‘em on it, and then I caaaalllll the wrong name. That’s when the list starts. And by the time I get it right, I am either (a.) feeling SO guilty (& more stupid than I care to admit) for not knowing my own child’s name that I can’t bring myself to continue or (b.) walking out of the room looking stern but really trying not to totally lose it because they cannot contain the amusement that they get from watching mommy act insane. It’s a very effective discipline method, if you haven’t guessed. . Maybe I can use it somehow to create a new *style of parenting and make millions. Whadd’ya think? (that word looks weird to me, but I like it anyway)

“What can we do?”, you ask. Don’t ask me, I have no brain left remember? But you better start thinking quick because you could lose yours at any time too!!

It’s Okay. You can rest easy. No need to stay up all night stressing about it. I think I’ve come up with a solution.

I must end the disillusion of my insanity…. ( Which translated roughly means: yes I’m quite aware that I have lost it ~ whatever it was to begin with ~ I can’t really remember anymore exactly what it was ~ but we are going to pretend that I haven’t. Someone who doesn’t know me might come along and read this, and want to think that I still have it. And we don’t want to scare them off. So be a nice bloggyreader and just play along. *I’ll pay you later* )

….I am going to give them all the same name. That way, I can never get it wrong. And more importantly, I will look sane.

I know how important it is for children to have their own individual identities. So, I’ll give them different middle names. And while I’m at it, I might as well change my Love’s name too. I don’t want him to feel left out or anything.

On second thought, maybe I will call them out by name. Thing 1 and Thing 2, Thing 3 and Thing 4, Thing 5 and the biggest Thing of them all.