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.
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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*
Sandra's scribbles 
I love it. I would love to take a week off to write!
This is the first time I’ve done it and I spent the whole day running errands; so far, therefore, I can say it’s completely overrated.
hehe. I would probably do the same.
i was thinking of the same Idea – writing the voice of something that cant talk. I couldn’t figure it out though. Well done. Its not easy to tell story like that without a narrater explaining that its a bird talking. U got Skilz
Thanks, I actually found this comment quite uplifting so double thanks 🙂
loved this, Sandra. 🙂
I would love to take a week to just write, but fear I would find myself doing the 6952 other things that NEED to be done. I would probably have to go away in order to accomplish it. Here’s to the rest of your week.
Thanks for the encouragement; at the end of the week I’ll tell you all how it went, but so far I’d suggest an isolated cottage somewhere with no internet and plenty of green hills to pump in the Zen.
I thought this was a cute story. Seems mothers of all species have similar problems.
Hope the rest of your writing week is productive!
Thanks Janna, I hope so too *cringe*
A charming story Sandra. Get the feeling hubby may be staying away because he’s hen pecked
Hope the ret of your writing week goes well. If stuck for ideas why not take this story and tell us what hubby thinks?
Actually that would be a good one; I’ll think about it. Thanks Mike.
“…at least I know it’s done right.”
My step-mother would say this all the time. Drove me nuts. Any help we offered wasn’t good enough but oh, if we *didn’t* offer help…
Anyway, great piece! (:
Oh how I know what that’s like! Thanks for reading Draug.
I love this, very clever writing from the mind of a bird!
Hehe 🙂 thanks
So clever, Sandra… I love the three anorexic worms… too funny. If this is all you come up with for the week I’d say it was a success.
Your comment gave me an ear-to-ear grin. You’re very kind Steph thank you.
Oh my! This is great. Love the 3 anorexic worms.
Thank you 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it.
“chirpin’ up a lovebird half his size” Amazing! Funny piece
Thanks 🙂 happy you liked it.
You have brought to light worms being anorexic 🙂 I loved the voice used to portray your story.
Yes, just because no one knows about the problem doesn’t mean it’s not there. 😉 Thank you for stopping by.
Poor little worms…more mulch and food scraps required to fatten them up 😉 You are welcome.
Perspective is a good thing to keep in mind. Next time I feel overwhelmed, I’ll remember I could have been a bird!
A bird with a lazy husband and five chicks, that should keep you on your toes.
Oh my gosh, you’ve turned my mother into a bird. “Hey Mom, need some help with dinner?” “Yeah, now that it’s all done! Thanks a lot. You know, I work a full day and I come home to find. . .” Ugh. Hush now, Mama Bird.
A week off to write. I am envious, but I know exactly what I’d wind up doing–wasting all but twenty minutes a day of it. I agree–no internet and head for the hills. Now that sounds lovely.
Haha! 😀 Your mama bird sounds a lot like my own mama bird. Re the cottage in the hills; I forgot to add an endless supply of chocolate, nicotine and tea.
a Cockney hen (or maybe a hen-pecked cock, from his point o’ view). Delightful in either case! 🙂
Good one Jody 🙂 And I am also very happy that the Cockney accent came through!
That’s too funny, and totally charming. The little bit of dialect does great things for the narrator’s voice, nicely done.
Thanks a lot Annabelle.
I love this. Birds with accents is something I don’t read everyday. 😀
It’s not something you hear everyday either I guess. Thanks a lot for commenting Linda.
It was really original!! 😀
Super cute & I loved this bird talk-poor mother hen!Guess even in animal world its the mother/wife who has to do most of the work-sigh!
Yeah, bummer isn’t it?
Lol,yes it is-no escape!