Is it aging? Or hormones? Or motherhood-induced ADD?
More importantly, is it going to get better someday?
Used to be that in choir practice if the conductor (a.k.a. my husband) directed a comment to me I was all over it. Heck, often I knew what he was going to say before he said it, like ESP.
But these days sometimes I feel like he's talking Chinese:
"We're going to start on page 10, second system, third measure, on the 'and' of two. Please play the alto line and then bring in the bass two measures later."
Huh? Could you repeat that, please? What page did you say? (Forget about the rest of it.)
So while the choir patiently waits, I try to sort through the multiple pieces of information wrapped up in that sentence and figure out where we are. (By the way, do you realize how many pieces of information that is? Page, system, measure, and beat multiplied by four? It's like having sixteen children all talking at once.)
Once upon a time I would have been there in a flash. These days I feel like a little old woman in slow motion. "What was that, Sonny Boy? I found page 10. What measure, again? Can you wait a minute while I clean my glasses and take a bathroom break?"
To my favorite choir and director--I'm sorry. I hope you can bear with me. Maybe in time this will get better. One can hope, anyway.