March 13th, 2012

now what was I going to say… ?

My memory, never that good, has suffered greatly since the Peanut entered our lives. I’m assuming it’s lack of sleep, but perhaps it’s also affected by having someone else to worry and think about. Nonstop. Because that’s what parenthood is – an unending state of constant attention, sprinkled with concern, panic and terror.

While driving the Peanut back from the park, I had a very funny conversation… that I don’t remember at all. Which is sad, because all I could think was, “Ooo, I should write this on the blog.” What the hell? Five minutes ago I opened a browser window and promptly forgot what I wanted to look up. Thoughts flit in and out of my head with no rhyme or reason, and unless it’s Important Shit, I don’t remember it. Work stuff – no problem; baby stuff – no problem; anything else – it’s a crap shoot.