Juggling!

Ever try to juggle balls in the air? I once tried to learn and was able to master juggling three balls, but floundered when I added a fourth.

That's what it's like being a married woman with children, whether one works in or out of the home. We become jugglers and sometimes we attempt to juggle too many balls and one or more comes tumbling down.

Think of all the juggling you do. Each person = one ball and you are the juggler for all those balls (you can count your husband as two, if you'd like). In addition, each task becomes a ball for the present moment, so that you may be juggling laundry, child supervision, diaper-changing and food on the stove at the same time. Don't forget to add in the balls that you are carrying around in your head, enough to give you a whopping headache.

Sometimes you may feel like the "Jane of all trades and the mistress of none (my version)."

Don't despair.

As long as you can still count the balls, you're ahead of the game. It means that you still have eyes in your head, a head on your shoulders and arms to pick up the dropped pieces.

Laugh. It's our best medicine.