MUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!!!!!

You know for years and years i was absolutely certain beyond a dought that my name was Rachel. Everyone called me by it, greeted me with a "hi Rachel", and even yelled it.
Well it seems all these years I was completely wrong! You see it occured to me today that my name is nothing even remotely like "Rachel" My apparent name is yelled at me at least 2 dozen times a day, wined at me frequently and even muttered under ones breath mixed within the words of " poo poo dummy head".
Of a morning I creep out of a baby like slumber ( I am woken frequently through the night,hence baby like slumber)....flick the kettle switch and a muffled sleepy groan of "muumm" comes from within a blanket. Me "yes Zanda?" " mum can I have breakfast yet?". 2 seconds later Jaz " Muuummmmyyyyyyy". After a few more mentions of my "name"..3 of my E.T's are at the table with breakfast...."muuuuuumm!!!!..Zanda wont stop looking at me!!!!" "Muuuumm...i want more sugar"....... "muuuumm, I dropped my spoon"..."muuuummm...are we going to kindy today?" ( I wish) Note" its only 6:30am by now.....Later. "muuuummmm !!! Reece is calling me a boooyyyyy".. "are you a boy Bianca?" B," no!" .. "well dont worry about it"..." muuuummmm, Bianca said that I cry like a baby girl! " ..."well dont call her a boy!"..geez...
wheres my coffee!!!!
I decide to retreat to the back veranda....oh it seems everyone knows my name! My lovely cockatoo lets out a very well rehearsed "muuuuumm"...Hmmm, interesting..
Ive estimated my "name" is called or spoken atleast 300 times a day!...I mean really you'd think they would get sick of saying it, but no we just alter the tones and dragged outideness ( i know..not a word) of it so It tends to have lots of different , umm, meanings.
Theres the "where are you mum's", as you try to go for one of those simple things in a life " a pee"... The scream out to dob mum's"...The "Im just yelling out to make sure you havnt left to go to the moon mum's"..."Mum im hungry".. "mum! when are we going?" "mum my brother or sister have hurt me" " mum im going to ask you why the sky is blue, how the sun hangs in the sky ...and how ",mum,'s" are the only beings that can become "mum's".... Mum im hungry, mum im bored, mum what are you doing?, mum wheres my shirt, Mum what day is it...mum, mum, mum, mum,mum,muuuuuuuuuuummmmmm!!!!.....
Ok I get It I know my name!!!!!..... Tounge in cheek after numorous "muuummms" by 9 am i stated I was going to change my name to ooofenhousan oberachickerive....." why mum?...how would we ever be able to say that?"......hmmmm E.T's dont seem to totally grasp sarcasm!
All that being said, many a day goes by where I really am emotionally tired and over hearing that name....that I share with many other "Mum's"......But I guess in a nutshell I wouldnt have it any other way. when I think hard enough, Im loved enough to be needed. And there are the "I love you mums"....and the cute drawings with "mum" scrawled in huge over and undersized print. A nd when you think about it, it is a job title. " MUM"< Must posess an extreme tollerence level of being called by title repeatably, must be willing to wipe snot, clean up poo, peg nose while vommit clean up performed, be tolerent of 21 questions of 21 seemingly meaningless things 21 times a flippin day..referee, chauferr, wipe tears , administer first aid, brush teeth, laugh at farts,burps and boyish ways, swing on swings, and sleep..well thats non exsistent....The Job with the most called for qualifications.....So I guess I will wear my title with pride..I am Mum Dioth...Mummy extroadinare.... Even if it is with no pay. :)