Well, I was at the end of my mental note the other day. I was soooooo tired of hearing my name, answering and not getting a response. I told Natasha, "Okay, enough! I'm not "Mommy" anymore. Call me something else."
She was quiet for a few moments before half-whispering, "Hannah?"
So, now when I'm starting to lose it, she starts to call me Hannah. It's a little better.
Friday, November 18
Mommy? Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, MOMMY!!!
Posted by Molly at 4:20 PM
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Hahahaha! I love that. The same thing happens at our house. My end-of-the-rope name is Mudder. It really helps to be able to giggle the stress out. =) I love you, Mols!
Do you think the same theory would work with my Mom? When she asks for the 93rd time in 2 hours when we are going home - I'll just ask her to ask a different question. Is that how it works?
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