Friday, April 11, 2014

J is for . . .

Image courtesy: Shena Tschofen

I can't juggle more than two balls (and I'm not sure that really counts since I use both hands). Neither can I juggle pins, scarves, or bowling balls. What I juggle are the different facets of life: motherhood, wifehood, writer, volunteer. I'm shouldn't complain. Compared to those who must add a career to that list are more admirable for keeping those balls going.

The toughest juggling act as of late is the intense, ridiculous, and bizarre lengths my two daughters will go to horde my attention. One demands help on her math homework. The other insists I look at her E.L.A. test, like right NOW! It's a test, you see. Which do I love better? That one will get my attention first.

Some days, I'd rather juggle rabid porcupines.

What juggling acts do you perform?


  1. I can barely juggle one ball, so you're way ahead of me.

    I'm self employed and juggle many things on a daily basis. Chaos and multi-tasking are a way of life for me.

  2. I wear many hats, and every job is an emergency that must be handled immediately. I wouldn't trade it for anything!

  3. I'm okay with juggling, although some things are more draining and complicated than others, which takes away from the other things.


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