If you’ve been waiting all day for your daily dose of Segullah goodness with anticipation building, hoping as the hours went by that we were making you wait for something really good, I hate to be the bearer of bad news. The truth is, I forgot.
I hate to forget things, but it seems like I’ve been doing a lot of it lately. I was stuck in traffic on the freeway on the way to my kids’ piano lessons when I felt that recently-all-too-familiar pit in my stomach, the knowledge that I’d forgotten something, I just didn’t know what it was. And then it struck me, my Segullah post. The day I brainstorm for and look forward to all month. This month you get the unbrainstormed, by the seat of my pants version. Take it or leave it.
The sad thing is, today’s episode in forgetfulness is just one in a long line of forgotten soccer practices and book club meetings and email replies. Other things I’ve forgotten (just this weekend!) include:
* To make cute little handouts to remind the primary kids of their assignments for next week (although, coming from me, they wouldn’t have been cute, merely functional, which already feels like a deficiency of some sort)
* The names of all of the teachers of the Senior Primary as I was conducting yesterday. I looked up at a sea of faces, couldn’t remember what I should call anyone, sighed, and said, “Oh, and the rest of you, consider yourselves free to go.”
* To buy my nephew an appropriate present for his baptism until it was too late. Instead, he got a Game Stop gift card, which I rationalized to my mother-in-law, saying, “Yeah, kids get lots of boring books for their baptism. We thought it would be nice to get him something fun.” Forgetting, of course, that she’s the one who buys the baptism books.
* To make my daughter brush her hair and wash her face in between her dance performance and the baptism. She looked like the lone smudged little pageant girl among all of her fresh-faced cousins.
* To check to make sure I was decent before running out to the garage for a gallon of milk yesterday morning. I wandered out, ahem, less than presentably dressed, to find my neighbor standing in his driveway, not ten feet away from me.
I feel like I may be losing it, but it would help if I had some company in this forgetfulness party. What have you forgotten lately?