Under the Big Top

circus carousel

Spinning dinner plates, balanced precariously on spindly broomsticks, wobble out of control. Multi-colored balls, handcrafted out of orphan socks, circle my head in erratic, elliptic orbits while I attempt to keep a hacky sack, stuffed with worries, suspended in the air, frantically hopping from foot to foot.

My life is a circus, and I am a Bag Lady Clown. Rheumy eyes milky from sleepless nights, dishpan hands shaky with stress, I juggle my wifely and motherly duties. Never letting any fall, always keeping them moving, so I don’t have to think about all of them at the same time.

The Trifecta challenge this week is: Juggle [transitive verb \ˈjə-gəl\] 3: to handle or deal with usually several things (as obligations) at one time so as to satisfy often competing requirements
The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is: ‘Milky’

24 thoughts on “Under the Big Top

  1. Ok, this has been happening a lot lately. Where I KNOW I read a post, and I THINK I left a comment, but I come back and there’s no comment from me. I guess my choices are, a) early onset senility, b) circus-life induced senility, c) a general lack in tech-savvy, or d) the internet hates me.

    End rant.

    This was lovely and terrifying. 😛


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