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.
Thin spiral notebook 
It really is keeping from thinking about it all at once that makes sanity possible! Or maybe that’s just comparative sanity.
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Great piece of writing.
If we stopped to think of all the spinning plates and juggling balls, we’d panic and many would come crashing down.
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Really love the first half of this, Tara. So much so, the second half seemed excessive. I realize the prompts aren’t in the 1st part, but it is just gorgeous as is.
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Being a Mom is definitely like juggling. I love the image you created with so few words!
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Life is such a circus, but my priorities are dropped all the time (I was never able to juggle :()
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This is a perfect comparison. Brilliant.
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My circus life is only starting to get going…as soon as my kids are a bit older I can see more insanity as extracurricular activities, sports, friends, etc etc etc start happening more and more
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ah yes, the life of a wife and mother does feel like a circus experience most days. Great post! Found you through Trifecta quite by accident today and so glad I did.
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That is the secret–not to focus on one ball for too long, to keep everything moving. Great piece.
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Generally, I like to think of my life as the happier kind of circus.
But yeah, this is probably more accurate…
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It’s not all Insane Clown Posse, but sometimes I wish I could make the merry-go-round stop.
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