I would expect the Duggars to mix up at least a few of their 470 kid's names. Of course, they could just yell "J" and at least one would answer. Same goes for Jon and Kate and their television cast of characters. Although a woman with 8 kids who still mops the floor three times a day probably doesn't forget anything.
But me, the mother of three kids, calls each child by the wrong name (or better, no name) at least once a day.
It wouldn't bother me so much had I not been known for my memory. Yes, some folks are known for their smashing good looks or being incredibly easy, but I was known for my knack for remembering things - say everything from the books of the Bible (won me a Bible and $5 back in Junior High Sunday School. Woo!) to bizarre facts about Johann Sebastian Bach that afforded me the highest score in my undergraduate music history class. A very worthwhile achievement that is paying off dividends as we speak. (Okay, not so much).
I can almost annoyingly provide you with the name of some random character actor who most people have never heard of and then tell you all the other movies he's been in over the last few years. And much to my husband's chagrin, I can rattle off all his prior offenses in date order with specific quotes when necessary.
And yet, I've called Drew that "Oh what's your name again?" about 5 times already this week.
As if the mothering gig couldn't make you feel less human, you know when you're pissing yourself every time you cough and sneeze and walking around with a gigantic maxi pad in your monstrous underpants with a baby attached to your boob, it's sort of nice to say "Well, at least I have my memory."
Alas, apparently I don't.
It's sort of odd how even though I've got kids of different genders with totally different names (no Sam and Pam, or Jadyn and Cadyn here), I still flub them up. My mind goes completely blank and I just yell out whatever I can think of first. I bet you can actually see the wheels of my poor crotchety brain turning as I stand there rattling off names like I'm calling roll in an elementary classroom. With my luck, my son will grow up thinking his name is QuinlanMargotDrew.
Now I get the whole pet name thing. It's not because they're being cute or sweet, but more so because they can't remember their kids' damn names.