I’m still sick. This is

I’m still sick. This is really annoying to me. I finished my last antibiotic today. It’s a special kind, that will keep on going for another 4-5 days. I have no energy whatsoever. Everything is annoying to me. I hate feeling this way. Joseph has backslid on the potty training. He still goes number one on the potty, but all of a sudden he’s going number two in his pants. Arg. Parenting is hard. There is a reason we’re not having any more kids. A friend of mine, Carrie (and her husband Evan), are having a difficult time of it. Their daughter just started having seizures (she’s 6 months old), and after being normal up to this point, will probably be severly mentally retarded. I feel so bad for them. They’re the nicest people you’ll ever meet, and if this was to happen, this child will be taken care of in the most loving manner – she couldn’t have been born to better people. The hard part, however, is they just don’t know. They don’t know WHICH parts will develop and which won’t. They just know it’s bad. And as I know with Logan, the not knowing, the waiting-and-seeing is the hardest part. OK, so he’ll need a transplant, fine. Oh, but you don’t know when? It’s just snarky and stupid. I don’t like life right now. I just feel like everything is just too much to handle at the moment. Why can’t everything be happy, and contented, and pretty, and homey. Why does it always have to be dirty clothes, and snot, and poop, and whining, and stepping on that GAL DARN HOT WHEEL for the third time that day. Sigh