I found this amusing but I admit I have a fairly oddball sense of humor (or, being a feminist, arguably no sense of humor at all):
The Wall Street Journal has a new blog about juggling home and work. That’s the kind of phrase people who are committed to their careers don’t use. They’re not like balls in the air. There’s no juggling involved. I think of it more like fishing. The job is the river. The family are the fish. You stand in the river. And sometimes you catch a fish. Sometimes you’re too busy swimming to put the rod in the water. Sometimes you put the rod in, but it’s two in the morning and all the fish are sleeping. Sometimes you catch a fish but he starts crying so you throw him back. Sometimes you and the fish spend a lovely day together, but after too much time with you, the fish starts to suffocate, so you have to throw him back for his own good and go back to what you were doing before, just wading in the river, without the fish. Sometimes there’s an oil spill, and the fish get all messed up, and you feel bad about it, but there really isn’t anything you can do. They’re just the fish. What’s really important is saving the river. Sometimes the river overflows and destroys the houses on the banks. That’s a tragedy, but sometimes it happens. The river gets bigger. You have more water you have to manage. And sometimes, if you’re not really capable enough, you drown. And the fish eat your bones. The analogy falls apart at the end, but you get my point.