Screw balancing act. My life is like a seesaw. And it’s not like those spring mounted teeter totters our precious children have now that rock up and down ever so smoothly either. No, it’s more like the wooden kind that always gave you inner thigh splinters and would send you flying six inches into the air every time your big brother brought his side down as fast as he could and then crashed hard when he’d suddenly jump off.
I’ve been feeling like I’ve been riding high on the work side of the teeter totter while my poor, neglected children and house were left bumping up and down on the dirt ground. Their side has been weighted down with piles of tasks left undone and the ensuing chaos. What’s that? Enough with the see saw metaphor? Okay, fine.