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This week’s Trifectra challenge: Use the third definition of the word Juggle in a piece no shorter than 33 words, no longer than 333. 3: 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>

These are such fun little exercises. If you haven’t tried one yet, jump in! I launched 333 words this time.

Down Time

Honey, the twins need a ride home from swimming practice at 4:30.


So can you run over and pick them up?

Janice, I just got home. My desk is piled with papers, bills, messages . . . I need a little down time.

It’s good to have you home, Roger. Really. The boys will be so excited to see you. Thanks for pitching in. That drive during rush hour always puts me behind schedule.

I did not agree to pick them up, Janice. I said I need some down time!

You need down time? Oh yeah, tell me about it Roger. While you’ve been flying through space, joking with Russians and making headlines, I’ve been home alone, juggling my workload, your workload and the kids’ workload. Down time, my ass! I worked 60 hours at the office last week, in addition to chairing the PTA meeting, grocery shopping, fixing two meals a day, doing the laundry, making sure the kids made it to school on time, picking up your dog’s shit off the lawn before mowing the fucking lawn.  I took Sam to the dentist and helped Julie with her science project. I paid the mortgage and the utilities, scheduled the van for an oil change and service. Down time? I don’t even know what that is.

Janice, I don’t understand why you can’t appreciate what I do for us . . . for this country! Everyone else recognizes my contributions to science and space exploration and even world peace. My “joking with Russians,” as you so glibly put it, keeps our two countries talking and communicating instead aiming missiles at each other. Now, I’m really exhausted . . .

Well bully for world peace. If you don’t get your ass in the car and pick up the boys at the pool, there’ll be missiles aimed your way right here at home. Down time! I’ve gotta get Julie’s ballet leotard mended and get dinner in the oven. Get going, or you’ll be late!