Roll up! Roll up!
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, come and wonder at the world’s most rubbish juggling act.
Watch as Gluestick Mum tries to juggle the balls of life. Blindfolded! With one hand tied behind her back! And with a small child clutched limpet-like to her leg! Observe as she stumbles and staggers through her daily routine.
See her strive to balance between work and family. Can such a feat be achieved without an overwhelming feeling of failure?
Gasp as she dashes from one place to the next with not enough time. Amaze at how she manages to let so many people down instead of pleasing them all. Marvel at how she takes on pressure from all-comers and buckles under their weight.
And that’s not all! Wonder at Teflon Man is doing as he lazes in bed and wanders into town rather than taking charge of the childcare. Be amazed at how he manages to repel any responsibility. Be in awe at the ability of a fully-grown man to still spit a dummy out of the pram.
The drama! The tension!
There will be sweat! There will be tears! Just how many balls will she drop? How many people will she manage to disappoint?
Just exactly how strong is that Lycra?!?!
Roll up! Roll up! This spectacle can’t last forever. Just watch out for tumbling balls!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my yesterday. If it hasn’t been for my able assistant, Eve – who looks infinitely better in Lycra – I would have collapsed under the weight of life’s metaphorical collapsing circus tent. Here’s hoping the tricks end here.
Gluestick Mum 
The circus of life is just about as freaky as the real circus. Thank God there aren’t any clowns in my real life. Well, no clowns in bizarre makeup and hair, anyway. Here’s hoping you get tossed a lot fewer balls in the coming days.
Oh, my. What a title and what a story. Sounds like you’ve had a great dose over there…perhaps time to get Teflon Man moving with a few choice words? Hang in there GSM, you handle things in your own inimitable way and we think you’re doing just fine!
Brilliant and genius!! Here in my house, (which is more zoo than circus) under the “Big Top” will always mean I moved up a blouse size. Love this post!!
been there…done that. you have a great humerous perspective however…and it does get better…mostly after they all leave home
I cannot wait! 🙂