T is for Tempest

Psalm 89:9 Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.

It has been a harrowingly Long week (and only Wednesday!) E is down with an inexplicable fever and while thank God the fever broke last night,  she has developed a honking cough that makes her sound like a crazed goose. Poor kid. Her spirits are up, though. Kena nebulised.

Work has been harrowing, to say the least– and I’ve been on the phone so much these few days dealing with busy-ness. Sometimes it leaves me feeling so defeated, really — so much drama — if everyone would just calm down, life would be so much better for everyone. We’re expected to tend to every fight between colleagues, every complaint, every disgruntled anybody — but who tends to us? 

Everyone’s always on fight mode. It’s exhausting.