Hum, maybe 20. I don't know, I've lost track. But I can't stop now or I'm going to drop one, and you know that one of those things flying in my head, I mean above my head, is the baby.
When are you going to stop juggling?
When the kids are potty trained. When they start school. When they move out. When I'm skinny enough, smart enough and have enough money. OK, when I'm dead.
So you like it, having all that up there?
Like it? I hate it. I love it. I'm going crazy all the time, but without things to stress me out, overwhelm me, I'd be bored.
Couldn't you just have 3 or 4 balls? Why so many?
I just kept getting more and more, until I lost count. And I haven't figured out how to put down a few balls, without dropping them all.
Let me know if you figure out the secret.
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