What Have I Forgotten?

You know that feeling that you have forgotten something, but can not put your finger on what that ‘something’ is?

No?

Have you forgotten?

Forgotten that feeling of phantom forgetfulness?

Well, I haven’t. It is a regular phenomenon here in the household of Single Parent Dad.

What is worse is when you think that you have remembered what it is you were labouring over, only to discover, that actually it is in excess to the thing that initially sent your mind into frustrating numbness.

I must be pregnant.

Oh, forgot, that default dubious excuse is the sole reserve of the fairer sex.

At the end of last week, well nearly the end (my son finishes nursery on a Thursday), we were on our walk home when the eerie feeling of neglect consumed my tiny mind.

Child – Check.
Child’s coat – Check.
Child’s hi-vis – Check.
Child’s bag – Check.
Child’s nursery output for the day – Check.
Letters/ Invites/ Invoices – Check.
House keys – Check.
Child’s lunch bag, and remains of uneaten contents – Missing. And therefore left at nursery to rot over the extended weekend.

Nice.

Not a problem though, as I get my son to mix cold packed lunches with the hot dinners the neighbouring school can provide. Not literally you understand, but different meal types for different days of the week.

But then, being a bit simple, I do a lot of my thinking out loud, and Junior discovered that his lunch bag had been left in the nursery’s corridor.

Ridiculous inanimate-object-of-absolutly-no-importance-until-mentioned-crying-over ensued.

The thought of entrusting his mini-cooling zip-up to his nursery for a few days was simply too much.

But with us due to go swimming, and to visit the chip shop on our way home, he was quickly consoled and the truck-adorned-sandwich-holder forgotten.

And it stayed that way, for both of us, until our return to nursery yesterday morning, when that feeling of not ticking all the boxes returned to my highest body part.

I twittered about forgetting, forgetting.

YES.I.AM.THAT.INTERESTING.

But, while quelling my Douglas Quaid feelings temporarily, I still had not bottomed-out my current to-do list.

I had forgotten the generous invite to blog here, an imposter amongst the Hot Dads of the web.

A feat I have now managed to remember to do.

Surely, at the cost of something else.