Usually I quip, “It’s just another plate to juggle.” Or, “I don’t do it all! You should see my house!” in answer to the question, “How do you do *all* this?” And the person means homeschooling the cubs, writing, part time giging, you know, all the things.

Everyone has a thing. So this is just my set of things that I am constantly juggling and constantly running on exhasuted-pigeon status.

But it dawned on me today that I juggle better when I don’t have a surprise to deal with. When there isn’t an interruption- even if it’s a positive interruption- for invites and plans to visit places and science experiments- I do better when they are mapped out, and I don’t have to re-arrange my day on a moment’s notice.

I can’t always say yes to the interruption; some things can’t be re-arranged, but today, I’m glad I could say “yes,” and that meant that I didn’t get as much editing as I had planned on Flame Again, but I did move the percentage closer to “finish” and sometimes juggling means making peace with the measure of productivity, or using different criteria to measure it.