How do I juggle everythin’? I don’t know meself. Five chicks jus’ hatched. The nest always needs mendin’. The husband’s never around to help. Sure he goes off to fetch the food, but what does he come back with? After he left me for two whole sunsets, do you know what he brought home last time? Three anorexic worms. The lil’unse kept gawking for more. So now the worm pickin’ fell on me lap too, add that to my list! Besides, between us, I can’t trust ‘im as far as I can throw ‘im. Who’s to say he’s not out chirpin’ up a lovebird half his size? Nah, it’s best that I do it, at least I know it’s done right. I should win a medal is what. But what do I really get? Not even a bloomin’ thank you. I do everything meself and suffer in silence. That’s my lot in life.
This week I took five days off from my day job specifically to write. But on the first day of my writing retreat the above is literally all I came up with! I seriously hope I’ll be more productive tomorrow.
Trifecta gave us the word ‘Juggle’ today: to handle or deal with usually several things (as obligations) at one time so as to satisfy often competing requirements <juggle the responsibilities of family life and full-time job — Jane S. Gould>
Please try to like it or I would have wasted a whole day! *breaks into a sweat*