This past month, I’ve felt like a circus monkey, asked to juggle flaming torches while balancing on the back of an elephant that is crossing a mile-high tightrope. If I let one of the blazing batons go, our entire outfit may collapse. There’s a lot to do in the Himalayas. Kids to be homeschooled, Hindi to practice, floors to be swept, potatoes to be peeled, and surprise visitors to serve chai and biscuits to. Not to mention the laundry, disciplining, breastfeeding, and overstimulating events where my kids’ cheeks are tantalizing targets for pinching. Pressures ballooning into inflated dogs and hats, ready to pop at first squeeze. My counselor asked me…