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. I can relate to life as a circus. You did this so well, including the image above. Tara, it truly is spinning plates and wiping the “milky stuff” from one’s eyes… I remember years as a single mom raising a very smart girl… the challenge… this brought it all back. Good news is, the circus was worth it. Riley is a great artist now, about to complete school and go on her own.

    Really, this post is the life of too many women (and too few men) I know! Peace, Amy http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/05/mary-queen-of-rights/

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  2. A circus is a very apt metaphor. The turmoil is so vividly described I’m stressed out reading it. Well done. Btw, I hate the circus, especially clowns. So you hit a nerve.

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  3. I loved that picture, even while it scared me a bit.
    I have been reading a book and the main character is having a baby, she talks about being scared about becoming a mom, explaining it with a line like “there will be a complete inability to relax forever now” and I agreed, that is exactly what becoming a parent is like..esp one who works full time and is a wife, once those children are introduced to our lives, we give up the ability and the right to RELAX , because their happiness is how we determine our own.

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    1. What is this ‘relax’ you speak of? Even at 23, I can’t relax where my daughter is concerned. When she was in Morocco, I was on edge the whole time. She and her roommate are taking a cruise to celebrate their graduation this spring, and I made the mistake of watching the movie ‘Taken.’ Yeah, there will be no relaxing.

      Even though my son still lives at home, I’m still twitchy when he is out late with friends.

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  4. A bag lady clown… now that’s an image. If you manage all that as well as you write about it those worries in the hacky sack will eventually fall away… at least I hope they do. So much said in 100 words.

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