Im not entirely sure how my mom managed to juggle two kids, her job, being mostly alone and not really going out to dance or drink or just relax. Unless sleep was enough for her, and she did that quiet well during the weekends. She's juggled a lot over the years and I haven't truly heard her complain about it. Sure we hear the yells and screams when we don't do our laundry, pile up on dirty dishes, leave the living room door opened and let Shane, my dog, in when he's filthy. But she keeps at it and is a busy little bee 99% of the time. Even when she's in excruciating pain her mind is still on cleaning the pool, her classes, laundry, dinner, paying bills. And the rest of us just fall into a stumble-y stupor until she gets her strength back and its routine as always.
I can't juggle, i can't balance. I'm not sure if the whole ' sink or swim ' metaphor can apply here because if it comes down to that i will sink faster then a cement block.
Slow and steady wins the race.
by kimia kline