I didn't post yesterday. Not because I was too busy. But because I forgot.
There were many things I expected to get in my way this month. I expected holiday busyness to overwhelm me. Sewing projects to call me. Tiredness to plague me. Gideon to demand my attention. Silas to distract me. But I never assumed I would just forget to post.
Memory has never been my strong point, folks. And let me tell you, I have recently come to believe that when you have a baby you give him or her part of your brain. My cute, smiling little boy, Gideon, stole a part of my brain that I will never get back.
I don't begrudge him this. It's a nice little gift to give to my son. But still. I'm frustrated at my inability to remember things. Knowing I have a problem gives me this eerie feeling that I'm constantly forgetting something.
There is a very long list of things I need to get done before we go out of town for Thanksgiving next week. There are emails and texts and facebook messages I need to respond to. There's that new diaper bag I'm making that I would like to finish. I'm trying to get all of my instruments all tuned up. There are a bunch of snacks I want to make for our car trip. AND I CAN'T REMEMBER TO DO ANY OF THEM.
So. There is going to be some serious list-making going on this evening, people. Gideon had better behave himself. Brain thief.