There’s no “meat” to this post and I am not sharing a single cleaning-related tidbit. I just spent a few minutes laughing aloud at the comments on this thread over on my Facebook page and thought you might like a good laugh as well in case you missed it!
In a moment of sheer mind-boggling frustration after calling into the living room, “Someone needs to go let Presley in from the backyard!” I wrote this cry for help:
I need help. Serious help. Actually, four out of five of my family need it. Y’know how we all swore as kids that we’d never ever mix up our kids’ names? And then how we all do? Well, our entire family is CONSTANTLY calling my daughter by our puppy’s name and our puppy by my daughter’s name. Seriously, it’s crazy how often it happens. It’s not just the normal amount. It’s like the names have completely switched places in my brain. Does anyone know a psychological trick to help me STOP calling my daughter Scruffy?? I’m afraid I’m going to do some serious damage!! (Halfway kidding, but really wanting ideas to help me stop!)
Seriously, all of your stories are so FUNNY! (And they make me feel better about my own name-replacement-issues!)
Go here to read the thread. It should be visible for you even if you aren’t on Facebook since it’s a public page.
Laughing my head off. My name growing up was Pat-Pam-Peg. And yes I slurred my kids names together when they were little. Now I call my granddaughter by her mother’s name. It is universal my dear.
I really like your website. How does your “method” differ from Flylady? I tried to do hers but wasn’t successful. I feel like I have ADD or something. Do you have your method outlined on your blog somewhere, or just in your ebook. Thank you. 🙂
Dana White says
Yep! I think most have ADD in some form around here! Everything I’ve done is here on the site, but the e-books are the instructional, step by step guides. I always recommend people read from the beginning to see what I did. https://www.aslobcomesclean.com/new-here/
OK – thank you so much.
I had to laugh at this. My son calls me Lady. He just turned 28 a couple of days ago and he’s been calling me lady since Christmas Eve just before he turned 4.
My mother called me that Christmas Eve morning to tell me that my step-brother was bringing his new girlfriend to Christmas. The adults in our family do that game where presents are placed in a pile and each person takes a turn grabbing a present and the next person can either take the present from someone else or select a new present. So, since Mom had told brother to make sure to bring a gift for her it was no problem to have an unexpected guest. However, the girlfriend had a son from a previous marriage and we all had to go shopping for a gift for him! So, there I was on Christmas Eve, in Toys-R-4-Us amid utter chaos. Every child within hearing was calling “Mommy” and no women were answering. We just wanted to get our shopping done and get out of there. My smart (alec) kid couldn’t get my attention to ask me if he could have that toy. So, he yelled out, “Hey Lady!” and suddenly had the attention of every woman in the aisle. After that, he started calling me Lady whenever he really needed my attention and that lead to him just calling me Lady.
Had this problem all the time. Since I’m the youngest, I was having to answer to her name all through school. Mentioned it to her one day, her comment was “I guess I made an impression”. On occasion, Mom still tries to mix us up.
Hahahaha! My favorite one was to put money in the jar and give it to her. Did you try it? Does she not mind anymore?
My Mum use to run through my sister’s name, my Aunt’s name, my name and finally say ” Child what’s your name”. The running joke is that my name is Child. I am now even worse and can’t keep either of my Boys names starting with W and H so not close straight nor can I keep my daughter’s name and the Dogs (at least both Female and starting with an M) straight so I end up calling her “Sussie” Which is little sister in our Mother tongue. It is so bad that everyone even the school, the Nanny, friends and their kids also call her “Sussie”. The worst is my Granny was even known as Aunt “Sus” (Which is the non diminutive of Sussie) as an 80 year old woman and I always swore no child of mine will be known as Brother or Sister.