The storm

I don't have but a minute to talk with you tonight. Our beautiful newborn is sick with RSV, we just moved, Will picked up a part time job that works him early morning hours, and I write in the evening for my work hours. Between his schedule and mine, we hardly get time for one another or to ourselves. Will picked working in the wee hours of the morning so he can still study/volunteer/research up at the University of Utah. He is hoping to land a job there, but as time and funds were running out we had to act fast. Don't get me wrong- I am very grateful we have jobs. But this just happens to be one those times where I feel like we are carrying the weight of the world. Like the spinning and twisting of our destinies or futures or whatever you want to call it has us asking-- when is it going to stop? When Will my husband get his chance? And I know that life is about learning to dance in the rain, but sometimes it rains so hard that it's best to take cover and wait for the storm to pass.