a simple prayer

My foot won't hold my weight and I have to get two suitcases to the airport on crutches tomorrow, then manage a trade show on one foot and hurting.

I'm not packed.

My husband is off his meds.

The washing machine is leaking all over the garage.

I'm on the rag so *nothing* I was planning to wear to the trade show will work because it was all white.

It's two a.m. and I'm coming off 4 hours of sleep and I have 4 hours of work left to do and...

Please. Please, just stop challenging me for a couple of days. I'm so tired.