Saturday Is The New Thursday

by Matt

I forget stuff a lot these days. I forget the shopping list when I go grocery shopping. I forget to bring the bill with me, when I go to pay it. I forget to call the vet about Krypto's booster shot.

I also forget that I have to post on Thursday.

I didn't realize it until my wife texted me on Friday at about 12:30:

Carrie: No blog yesterday?

Matt: What?

Matt: (long pause, while trying to recollect the name of the day)

Matt: Crap.

My concentration can be shot these days. So much focus is spent on the kids, that I sometimes forget what day it is. It's tough to concentrate on writing this post. I can hear my daughter and my wife working on a cool art project, and there's a movie I'd like to watch on the TV.

I practice downstairs in my basement, usually after dinner. I get some playing time in during the day, but it's mostly to keep my lips loose (I play trombone) and for my kids enjoyment. Sometimes it seems like my house is made of balsa wood, and there's no door on the basement steps. While I'm running some exercises, I hear a WHOMP and then tears. I can't help but stop playing and listen to what's happening. It's hard to turn off the "dad" while I'm being the "musician."

Right now, E is singing in her crib, fighting the nap.

It can be very frustrating to lose concentration. I feel like the guy who's trying to balance and spin the plates on the poles. Too many things in the air, and not enough hands. But it's a work in progress. I'm sure I'll be the zen master of concentration in about 20-25 years.